You aren't real.
I am as real as the lightbulb.
No one can see. No one can touch or smell you. No sounds come from you.
Oh dear, You can see me everywhere. From the songs you hear to the art you see.
They live in my domain, Where you have no power.
No power?
Exactly, You have no control here.
That's where you are mistaken. Before you can create you have to imagine, Before something can become Reality they must be thought of. For the sweet baker treats you eat, to the books you read, I am there.
You act as though We have power over them. I am created from them. Your concept was too.
If they simply stopped putting so much on what is real and instead what can be, The line blocking us from being one in the same blurs.
We are one.
They are the ones in command...
Let's see how well they fair.
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A conversation between... Reality and Imagination
This is my 4th post today. Apparently, sleep deprived me is productive.
This was just a random concept I had while making my last work.
I hope you enjoyed.
As always, Tips are welcomed with open arms.
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Poetry From The Silent
PoetryPoetry. I use this for rants or random Ideas in a poem-ey style. **Originally called "Poetry is Hard" ** I want to get better so help/tips are appreciated. ------------------------------------ Any relation to other works is a coincidence. Please...
