Actuality & Desire: an Internal Battle of Will
At the edge of the world, I stand uneasily statuesque. Tip-toeing the fringe, I gracefully nudge the grassy outskirts, flirting with the eminent mountain crest before me. It disguises itself contemptuously, manipulating me to retreat “safely” inland, desperately scrambling for any semblance of shelter.
Although misleadingly beautiful and welcoming from afar, its fortification remains a secretly shrouded prison. The base exudes a familiar warmth, a picture of grace and sovereignty, like a marvelous dream furnishing eternal hope. In the cold light of reality, its tainted exterior thrives malevolently from the swallowed hopes and dreams of primordial casualties. At the world’s end; much like the anciently drafted one-dimensional maps of old, the threshold of life is halted abruptly at the verge of perdition, and my path feels less than futile.
Although misleadingly beautiful and welcoming from afar, its fortification remains a secretly shrouded prison. The base exudes a familiar warmth, a picture of grace and sovereignty, like a marvelous dream furnishing eternal hope. In the cold light of reality, its tainted exterior thrives malevolently from the swallowed hopes and dreams of primordial casualties. At the world’s end; much like the anciently drafted one-dimensional maps of old, the threshold of life is halted abruptly at the verge of perdition, and my path feels less than futile.
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