Requiem
12-22-2010, 10:50 PM
I'm experimenting with my writing. I wrote this in a short time and limited myself to less than 300 words. I will appreciate any feedback as I want to see if I have accomplished to get my character and story through with such few words.
Also English is not my native language so bear with me.
Thank you.
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What if it’s all a lie? What if our perceptions have nothing to do with the reality? Of course, the term “reality” means totally different concepts to everyone within their own perception so how can we even think that the “reality” is beyond our perception. How can we name something that we can’t perceive? Maybe the important question is, does it really matter. Does it really matter that the suffering I went through was all a lie. Does it matter the happiness I once felt was just an illusion. I can still feel her, real or not. I can still see her, vague or clear, sometimes even, smell her, on somebody else. That means she is real. That means she is as real as anything can get. If she is not, If one more person, one more soul, tells me that she is not, and claims that I’m insane -I’ve had enough- It means that I’m right. It means that everything we perceive, everything we beleive can be a lie. It means the pain her eyes burying on my pupils everytime I saw them, the lonelyness I felt with her company, the regret my hands, my tongue felt have to be an illusion too.
Does it really matter now? Do I look like I care if this pain is real or not. It killed me, maybe for thousand times. My mind is weary, yet what it beleives is real. I wanted her gone, years ago, it brought her back. Now I’m gonna be with her, forever.
Also English is not my native language so bear with me.
Thank you.
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What if it’s all a lie? What if our perceptions have nothing to do with the reality? Of course, the term “reality” means totally different concepts to everyone within their own perception so how can we even think that the “reality” is beyond our perception. How can we name something that we can’t perceive? Maybe the important question is, does it really matter. Does it really matter that the suffering I went through was all a lie. Does it matter the happiness I once felt was just an illusion. I can still feel her, real or not. I can still see her, vague or clear, sometimes even, smell her, on somebody else. That means she is real. That means she is as real as anything can get. If she is not, If one more person, one more soul, tells me that she is not, and claims that I’m insane -I’ve had enough- It means that I’m right. It means that everything we perceive, everything we beleive can be a lie. It means the pain her eyes burying on my pupils everytime I saw them, the lonelyness I felt with her company, the regret my hands, my tongue felt have to be an illusion too.
Does it really matter now? Do I look like I care if this pain is real or not. It killed me, maybe for thousand times. My mind is weary, yet what it beleives is real. I wanted her gone, years ago, it brought her back. Now I’m gonna be with her, forever.