My Reality
Are there things I just know? How so? There are so many truths I don’t remember learning, but must be written in my DNA. Why are some new places familiar, while others are foreign? Why does certain weather affect me predictably? Why do I resist my instincts? And how deep are my intuitions? There seems to be no end to what a mirror could show me, if I’d only let go my firm grip on what I choose to see, and on all those things I mistakenly call my reality.
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- Second Communion · April 17‹ BrotherhoodA Jest ›