What is reality?
When a stranger says you have cancer?
When you see the color start draining from someone's face?
When you see the light fade from someone's eyes?
When you catch the last glimpse before the lid seals on the casket?
When you throw the final handful of dirt?
Or is it when,
You stare up at the stars?
And become self aware?
And notice how small and
Insignificant you are to the
Universe?
And how you don't matter?
I guess different minds
Have different reality.
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My Therapy Poetry
Poetry(Some poems may be triggering, but I post a trigger warning.) All poems are written by me. Message me for permission of use please.
