Tag: Existentialism

Life

Life is that odd occurrence happening while we are dreaming
While we are in an oblivious dimension
Where we are boundless
And no worries can trap our inner emotions and desires
I do love to live in my dreams
I am, and I always will be a reckless daydreamer
When I’m in my imaginary world
Which is made of beauty, flowers and brightness
Concerns, dilemmas and deceptions don’t matter anymore
I ceased to live an everyday and conventional existence
Where falsity and hypocrisy coat everything
Like a thick mist that is plummeting down
Hence I chose disconnection
A detachment from a reality I don’t belong to
Indifference is a way to prevent dismay
Life is a painful gift that we need to defend
Once we are born, life is the only treasure we possess
Nevertheless, sometimes we lack the desire to exist
And we dare to consider it as a burden
Everything smashes in fragments
Fragments are the remnants of a repulsive and beloved life.
Esther Racah