real as I believe I am
deep in the depths of dissociation
I yearn for a society that has been and gone
Or perhaps it never came at all
And maybe it never will
But it’s there
Deep in the depths of dissociation
Between two minds of thought,
Fantasising about what I am missing...
WAIT!
Did I lock the front door?
Yes...
Yes, I did.
'One for sorrow,
Two for joy.'
H-a-p-p-y B-i-r-t-hhhhhhhhh-
Wandering down memories
Like some old Roman road,
I warp to my pleasing.
Cute cat.
Willow Tree;
Daisies in Spring,
Clouds shaped like polar bears.
Something is absent
Absolute consciousness.
Being the cosmos itself.
Burning stars and collapsing suns
Blackholes and supernovas,
Amongst Gods and Kings.
Spinning nowhere
Masters, makers, content creators,
Puppeteering the lies we tell ourselves.
Beneath the surface
Where my spirit sleeps,
Is real as I believe I am.
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
I love how you walked the reader through such large concepts from the brain of the main character, to end with such a grounded, solid thought. Beautifully done!