And out


The Way to Realism and Out

Reality is a space.
Its a space more ephemeral
or possibly as transient as surreal
or romantic.

I move in an escalator
across these floors.
Stay for a while and
rush back to others.

Sometimes
it all seems absurd,
which it is
for we have mortal bodies
timeless perception
and seamless souls.

I guess
i am just anti-real.

I have the capacity to see it,how it is
I know- it is, what it is
but I am always striving for
-it is what we make of it.

I am stubborn.





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Written on 2026-04-15 at 07:22

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