I pretend! I live a fictional life

Painting by Richard Powers Sci-fi illustrator, Richard Powers (1921-1996). The artist who brought surrealism to sci-fi covers.

In answer to https://efo8.wordpress.com/2021/08/27/495-life-is-not-the-same-for-later-comment/ By Author Rahul Gaur

I live a fictional life of self-examination⁣
and an attempt to personify wind in my steps⁣
Futile ends of euphoria and its eternal chase⁣
To forget the ends but remember the epiphanies⁣
A glimpse of the flight about to end⁣
I remember to be unafraid of the fall this time⁣
and focus on the journey from ⁣
where I was to where I am and⁣
who I was to who I am⁣

Carved by patience⁣
My pain gives me false hope⁣
My shoulders lose weight in this false flight⁣
to brace the fall ahead⁣
I descend down the hovering clouds⁣
and take the rain of my guilt with me⁣
Maybe this way, my numbness will cry?

https://rahulgaurblog.com/2021/08/26/495-life-is-not-the-same/ Author Rahul Gaur

I remember to be unafraid of the fall this time⁣
and focus on the journey from ⁣
where I was to where I am and⁣
who I was to who I am⁣

Author Rahul Gaur

Becoming me

I choose to begin my comments here, for this is the place oft returned to, the place seeking the fearless champion of their walk to fall un-screaming ,into the void.

This time, this time take note – I will trace the chord from there to here-and I will believe and know that I am. In the pretence, the imagined the truth and the lies – je suis moi!,

The fall, not of angels nor devils but of Ego and shame

Carved by patience⁣
My pain gives me false hope⁣
My shoulders lose weight in this false flight⁣
to brace the fall ahead⁣
I descend down the hovering clouds⁣
and take the rain of my guilt with me⁣
Maybe this way, my numbness will cry?

Author Rahul Gaur

Patience had I not, neither hoped for nor sought, weightlessly I tumble from here to there, un-screamingly. Imagining.

The wind around me hails, I am in a thundercloud cumulonimbus-ing about me, thrusting up and down as layer, by layer I become a stone, my only light the lightning, of my still imagining mind. Will guilt freeze? Do stones hail the morning of re-discontent? I will be me, I promised to but will this me survive the fall.

Yay or nay I am Me.

My Musings in grey and white – the Author as quote

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