Identity is a
Stupid goddamn mask
That doesn’t make
Any sense.
I am the mirror
Looking at
A mirror
I am both
The eternal cosmic flame
And the pitiful body of pain
If our reality
Is nothing but our created dreams
Then we must have been
Creating dreams for so long
That we have burned through
All the good stuff
We had the dream where
We could fly
The dream where everything
Was made from chocolate
So what the hell,
Let’s do one where we
Are miserable, for a change
I am both
The cause of
And solution to my suffering
I am the lake reflection:
Clouds looking at clouds
Nothing makes any
Goddamned sense
So you might as well
Wear the mask you want.
7:11 p.m. - 2017-11-23
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