We see everything through a lens of context, for we are critters of heavy influence. Each and every moment we build up our little perception with limited visions, letting our egos trick us into believing there is such a thing as truth. But this is only the veil of maya, and the illusion runs so deep that we can't even see that seeing is itself a grand hallucination. You see, experience itself is entirely subjective and thereby suspect, for we only take the bits we have been told and associate them to our own experience. For my red is not your red is not your blue but could be. See? It is the bias of breathing that leads us to believing in believing. And of all lessons we learn, trusting ourselves is by far the worst we adhere to!
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PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
