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You are you

Another journal entry, another day.

Whenever I try to be myself I get conflicted within my own mind. Who am I? You are you, You have always been you. Only in different forms you can exist. Masks, shapes, speech, body language all is liquid within our brain. We can be whatever you need to be. We can be whatever the world needs you to be. Shapeless, formless, amorphic. All is possible, but the you created, summoned, will be deformed, mutilated, abnormal. Every you will be you in shape only. It can never be a definite you. For your appearance is a fake, false, a delusion. Unreal is your coming,  the you unmaterialized. Spirits conjured from a damaged perspective on life. The subliminal ghost haunting the earth in search for identity and purpose. Your spirits, your ghosts, forever in need, forever wandering. You are you. You are the apparition, a revenant, an illusion. Who is the real you? Only I know who you are. I am the only one that knows every detail of your being. I am you, yet you are also me. We are one and the same but different all together. Is this an illness? You tell me. Am I not real enough for you? Did we not talk and discus for hours on end? Was everything we thought and said just an electric misfire within our brain? Because if that is the case, it must be curable. Or do you disagree? No we never disagree, you wouldn’t dare to oppose me. We are truth. We are all there is. You need us. You need me. You need you to exist. However the destination of our travels will be death. That is something no human can change. A certainty we all must face. We only want to put a date on it. It’s reassuring to know when the end comes. It gives peace and rest. But you don’t want it to end, do you? Why is that? You have been everything you wanted to be, you have done everything you wanted to do. Yes but it was never me who did all those things, it was not me who experienced the times I wanted to experience. It was always something else. The thing my wife fell in love with is just a creation of our own mind. The abomination I show everyone each and every day is not real and only a façade to hide the true me. The true you is distorted and dangerous. Do you really want to show the world the insanity that is you? Would you really risk everything for that one moment? You will be caught and put away in a mental hospital. You will be cast into a world of rooms and corridors forever trying to escape. Forever trapped inside a box with no way out. Is that what you want? Is that the you within you?
Written by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
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Just another journal entry. Sometimes it just writes itself and I feel like I'm the first person to read it.
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