We don't know what the real truth is after all, as humans we have a limit and we cannot explain beyond our capabilities because it does not fit our reality, we are enclosed in a bubble that we ourselves have created for simplicity, only to give us a purpose and to create a fake happiness. We have created our own reality in which it is all fake and unscrupulous, a world where ignorance reigns over everything, where the human being creates embarrassing circumstances and many times, bad ones to survive.
We kill to survive and that's our nature and we can change it, we are tamed animals from our own rules. That's why we created a fake word, because our consciousness; the time changed everything because we changed it.
We didn't learnt nothing from history,it hasn't taught anything, but this because we don't want it. You have to try on your skin to understand certain things, otherwise, you just pretend to understand. What is fantasy and what is reality? What you smell, what you touch, what you taste, what you hear? What if this is just a dream and death is the reality?
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts that I'll post when I'm inspired to post. they are completely written by me. It describes what i feel and what i see and it's a way of expressing my deepest emotions. it talks about love,death,life,people,feelings...
