Nothing is real.
That bed you toss and turn in every night
the mirror you see your unique reflection in
the same dull workplace you return to every goddamn day;
none of it is actually there.
It is all just a figment of our chaotic imaginations.
You are not here my darling
for nothing is real.
-C.D.
"Seven Bowls Later"
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
Poetry#44 in Poetry [4-5-17] Join me on my journey of self-discovery, my lows & my highs. I hope that I leave you feeling better. I hope that I have made you feel less lonely. This is me. This is 18 years of exploring my creativity, soul, passion, and lov...
