Unreachable like a lost signal

Sometimes I contemplate if my brain is all mussed up and clarity has become a thing of a non existent past. The haze around me is home to me now. I float around in blissful ignorance, playing merry-go-round with dream ribbons.

Like the sharp, glaring, unpleasant shaft of sunlight in a cozy dimly lit room, some voices of truth reach me at isolated instances and I quickly draw the curtains around me lest they disrupt the illusion I live in.


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