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Gaze outwards into the cold wind,
Gently swaying the trees in a wave,
The lake rippling in correlation;
This false sense of peace.

Or could it be real?

That feeling is attributed--
Also to love--
Of gentle peace,
of eternal rest.

Are these just gestures of imagination?

A combination of emotions,
A unique sensation,
Lost to the harshness of reality;
Did it truly exist?

Just as the night ends--

So does this dream,
With it the hopes of my life,
It seems loneliness kills;
But truth is, it's binding.

Contradictions forever.

Alone in eternal rest,
It invites to peace,
But then cycling back;
Always looking for peace from love.

I love too many, too much--

Is that possible,
or am I just a vampire?
One who feeds from affection;
But not it seems, I prefer to give.

I'd rather they benefit of my suffering.

So what am I?
An anomaly of existence--
Of being human--
I am then, nothing.

That not fathomed never was.

Breathing in,
Dull monitor light,
Gentle music playing;
Too lonely it seems.

It's an eternal battle--

In the Serenity of Night.