For me, closure can be found
in empty bottles and a glass piece
for me, I don’t believe,
that what is real is what I perceive.
A customer just told me that sunshine
Was falling off of her roof.
I looked at the old lady and smiled.
I was confused yet in awe of her power.
The Cotton Balls
i see glorious mountains,
something like heaven
with the clouds like
reality creeps in like death.
gaps of truth are found constantly,
like sun rays blasting through windows
in the early morning, waking humans
We dont know the difference between
What is real?
Nothing seperates the
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their names were pasted on musical notes
as we took the journey through the cackling forest,
the plants sprouting
and chinging change