Perception.
Perception is everything. Everything ties back to perception. How we feel, how we love, how we make choices. Perception is the one thing that brings us together, and at the same time rips us apart into pieces more infinite than the stars in the sky. We not only take our own perception into account, we consider the perceptions of others. The perception of others is always on our minds, shaping how we walk, how we talk, how we feel, how we look, everything.
Perception.
We can't go a day without mulling over perception. Not only our own, but the perception of others. Always on the forefront of the infinite frontier of our minds. We attempt in vain to understand the perception of others. We hear the fictional echos of their voices in our ears created by our self destructive mind. We are desperate for their affectionate perception of ourselves.
Perception.
We change ourselves for the pleasant perception of our peers. We lay in bed late at night contemplating how we can earn the approval of others. We gaze at our reflection in the mirror's unceasing candor and think to ourselves about perception. "What will they think?", "what will they say?" we ask ourselves. We don't even realize that our own perception is destroying us, ripping us apart, tearing us down until we are scarcely more than dust carried away on the wind. Our own perception is slowly killing us.
Like a poison creeping through our veins, slowly choking the life out of us, we don't realize what we're doing until it's too late.
Perception.
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Poetrya collection of words from a brain too entrapped in its own thoughts
