<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>So Much Reality Is Unreal....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i first saw it<br>and i was young then, young as <br>uncut as i was once, <br>it was like i was sucked and<br>swallowed and<br>i could not find myself<br>where i was, <br>i was lost in the <br>whirlpool of <br>the recent and the<br>unaccounted, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i did not regret when<br>it first happened, <br>i was caught and i could not<br>just escape and i loved<br>it when i was in that<br>prison <br>it was exciting<br>and i was like a Pepsi cola<br>bubbling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then i frequented the occurrences<br>it was like bathing in the river<br>washing myself, <br>drying and diving and retrieving myself<br>again and again<br>as though i am<br>both bait and hook and<br>trap<br>i was always caught<br>and i did not mind it<br>i simple loved what was<br>happening<br>as an oppression<br>of the corporal works of<br>'love'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then i got older<br>older and older and then these matters<br>are nothing but works<br>of art, literature, and mumbo-jumbo<br>there is nothing magical anymore<br>and come to think of it<br>i feel so guilty<br>that this reality does not <br>make me live</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so much of it <br>so much of the reality of pain and<br>regret and <br>guilt<br>is so <br>unreal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493012" data-title="So Much Reality Is Unreal.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when i first saw it and i was young then, young as uncut as i was once, it was like i was sucked and swallowed and i could not find myself where i was, i was lost in the whirlpool of the recent and the unaccounted, i did not regret when it ..."></div> </div> </div>

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