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This is about questioning the authenticity of one's perceived reality. |
| Glass shards. Broken hearts. Getting to the root of things, taking it all in one's stride. Seeing, hearing, feeling erroneously. Cutting a swathe across to the sea of sanity. Grinning like a maniac, offering your vulnerability for all the world to see. Gawking and mocking. The golden cage with the glass key tossed away. Little hummingbird trapped inside much like you and me. As the lyrics of a song goes, "When it all falls apart, I just want you to know who I am." Who I am; I am... Not him. Not her. Not you. Not me. Seeing, hearing, feeling like a giant fraud, a reptilian fake. Slipping by everyone else. Standing behind the glass door cut off from everyone else- staring down at dying hearts and bleeding stars, straddling the other side of reality. |