When you hate what is real
So you create what is not
life becomes a blend of both actuality & illusion
a painting with colors so meshed
it's not even considered pretty anymore
this is called the art of lying.
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Fingerpainting
PoetryI'd prefer to say that not everything I had conjured up in my head was a lie. Perhaps they were simply wants & needs that had no sense of reality.
