too real for reality
I need stories, for my life to be real.
this might be difficult to comprehend.
Right-angled events and rationality
And when you don't understand me I blame you in my mind.
I may be difficult to comprehend.
Right-angled events and rationality
passwords and people who cannot be bothered,
There is no room for them in this life that I write.
So when given an empty space, a silent pause
I fill it with something that goes with the drama I am composing.
A hint of unrequited love, a pinch of betrayal. Add a spoonful of deception.
Then I feign pride and strength, despite the fictitious suffering I supposedly face.
And when you don't understand me I blame you in my mind.
Blame your inability to rise to the level of your literary doppelganger.
It is an easy game.
Different ingredients cook up the same every time.
I keep writing...
Kommentarer
Postat av: Lauren
What if the person you're blaming also needs stories to make their life real?
Postat av: Sophia
Very good question.
I suppose we'd keep blaming each other until the "FIN" of our drama.
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