Something Completely Different
Ah. Life. Unexpected things always happening, truths revealing themselves, people showing their true colors. And yet I ignore, make excuses, paint people how I want them to appear. But falseness doesn't last, the canvas crumbles and underneath lies truth, all stretched out and obvious. Think: Dorian Grey. Think: Deception. Beauty Blinds. Hearts are Misguided. As for reality-- It's all up in the air.
And I'm juggling these lies, keeping them moving so I don't feel their weight in my hands. But you can't juggle forever. And when the balls drop, they're dirty, greasy, lumpy. What looks good in movement, is something completely different in stillness. Be still, and see the truth of something plaguing you. But don't ask me how to do this, I'm too busy with my magic tricks, too busy making beanbags into birds, allowing them to soar and dive, but never fall. No, I'd rather stumble, skin my own elbow, than watch my perceptions smack the ground and turn into the things they truly are.
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