….….Whatever it is it’s on cruise control, any attempt to get a hold on the self, reality will take hold, and accept the challenge, it almost feels like jealousy from a collective college, I can neither see or hear, but out of nowhere I can feel the new weight I have to balance; that’s how I know that they are there, I sense emptiness peering at me through the eyes of unbeknownst characters everywhere; I would normally go unnoticed, but the moment I let go of selfish motives, characters swarm like they mad cause I know this, to other individuals I have no way to show this. Specters, outside our senses, it feels like we’ve been sentenced, our reality is an invention.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Indeed so true our reality is our invention and it just so happens that at times our realities overlap others and we come to agreements at others they don't and wars occur. Well said.
Thanks
It’s toying with the idea of our reality being a simulation, and some unknown beings sense my awareness….
You are most welcome and indeed that is a theory that many hold.
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