The Ego’s Surprise


Surprise, surprise…
So I’m not the only one.
There are others,
before me,
around me,
and many more to come.
With hopes,
and needs,
and dreams,
Surprise, surprise…
So I’m just an atom in motion,
just a drop in the ocean,
just a sound in the commotion,
just a part of the land,
just a grain in the sand,
just a soul in God’s hand,
Surprise, surprise…

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The Girl with the Tattered Crimson Dress


We could escape from prison, but we can never escape from ourselves. We could try to distract ourselves from ourselves by flooding our lives with every luxury our hearts desire. We could try to fulfill every fantasy our minds can imagine. We could do all of this and may even feel “happy” for a while, but soon, that hollow feeling, that sharp painful angst, returns.

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