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  psionic
 
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				| The Path 
 The time fades away
 everything looks like clay.
 In oblivion you start to flow
 you have no idea where you will go.
 The  mind is in tranquility
 to feel you no longer have that ability.
 In front of you nothing appears
 you hear nothing like you have no ears.
 You start to think
 is it real what`s written with that ink.
 You close your eyes
 and your last memory dies.
 That moment feels like forever.
 Will this end? Maybe never.
 All of a sudden you hear a sound
 your feet touch the ground.
 You see something shining.
 Have you escaped this horrible binding ?
 A path under your feet appears
 on it you start walking with tears.
 The shining light gets stronger
 and the path goes longer.
 There are no other directions
 you continue forward there are no exceptions.
 After some time it starts to rain
 you no longer feel any pain.
 Path ? There is no more
 you have reached the sea shore.
 On that beach the sky is black
 you turn around but there is no going back
 You hear the waves splashing
 the shining spot in the sky keeps flashing.
 You sit and put your arms on your knees
 on your sides appear naked trees.
 The shining spot is the moon
 but it`s surrounded by gloom.
 Now the stars in the sky are blinking
 and you start thinking.
 You may no longer feel any pain
 but nothing is ever going to be the same.
 
 Dimitar Spasov
 
 
 Fade Away
 
 Then you realize this is not your place
 it`s just another empty patch of space.
 You get on your feet and start walking
 it`s like someone in your ear is talking.
 Telling you to go on further in the dark
 and you are hoping to see atleast a spark.
 In the void you are back again
 there is nothing to loose nor to gain.
 There are so many questions in your head
 you are not sure if you are alive or dead.
 Is there any point of all this ?
 Will you feel once more bliss ?
 For how long you have been here you forgot
 the sea shore is your last thought.
 From all this you make a conclusion
 lif is nothing more than just an illusion.
 In the same myst we walk day by day
 Sooner or later we all fade away.
 
 Dimitar Spasov
 
 
 some stuff that I wrote (: was not sure should I post it here or in the off topic searched for some section for poetry but did not find hope you enjoy them though
 
 
 
 
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