As though my existence were just a mere illusion.
A trick of the light.
Played on by the mirrors of eyes of the living.
It was just their imagination.
Nothing real.
Nothing to believe.
I am not something that is real.
Or I was.
But I no longer believed me.
As a thing.
As a being of some sort.
Just......
Well that's it.
I grow into a silhouette.
Dark and unclear.
Mystery clouded; and fading still.
Growing fainter by the second.
Can you see me?
Can you see me?
The solid state of existence has now eluded me.
Finding some solid ground to hold onto.
To hold onto me.
I cannot.
Growing fainter still.
I am desperate.
I am abandoned once again.
By existence.
By life.
By breath.
By me.
By all.
Slipping on the imaginary grip I had all along.
Of course I never had it to begin with.
How can a figment of the people's immagination have a solid grip?
Infact,on reality? Never.
As though I were imaginary, I am thought of.
Away











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