Are we in the same coma?

I'm in a coma. This is all made up, nothing here is for real. And if you tell me that I'm wrong, that you talked because you wanted to, and not because I imagined so, I'll get upset. Because everything is either things I don't want to be true, or things that are too good to be true. I'm convinced that this is not for real. I doubt existance.

For example - how could you be true? You've got the face of an angel. And a personality that I can't put words to.

And how can we live with our selves claiming that for example war is true? How can we stand the fact that it's the truth? No one wants it to be true. So we've made it untrue. Mere the speaking of it is worn out, we don't believe it anymore. We've chosen to let it be untruth.

Maybe we're all in the same coma. We're unable to do anything about it. And it's the horrible truth - or untruth?

I fight this war everyday, and as said; I doubt existance.

Posted on July 19th, 2007 at 09:10pm

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