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At school, Im reading poems.
Its the middle of February, a couple years after that day.
my days have been a dream.
The poem we looked at in class today was A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe. The speaker has hoped for something, lived in that hope, and now laments and resists the realization that it was an illusion.
Is it therefore the less gone?
A lot of people dont know what happens when people lie in a coma. I think it should be obvious though. Were sleeping. Science says otherwise, but thats whats happening. We sleep, so we dream.
I dreamt for 3 years. And in those 3 years I lived 13 years of my life. I had friends there, in in Dreamland, or whatever you want to call it. It was just as real as the school Im attending, as the house Im living in, as the bed Im sitting on right now. But I dont deny truth. The people I had loved werent real, I know. Yet I
.chromatology - Prologue
Is there someone that is so important to you that you can scarcely imagine what your life would be like if they had never graced it with their presence? If so, I am immensely envious of you, because I can envision exactly what my future would have been had I not met her, and it still frightens me to my core. She saved me, and there is no possible way for me to repay her in full for everything she has done.
There are roughly 7.3 billion people in this world, and using the probability formula to get the equation: P(A) = 1/7.3 billion, the odds of her appearing to me out of everyone are 1 in 7,300,000,000. If I were to get technical, I could also factor in the probability of the two of us being born in the same lifetime, of our parents coming together and conceiving us, and their parents, as well as everything else that involves us existing as we are now, in which case the value of the denominator would be countless infinities. I feel so prodigiously fortunate; everything right and
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