reality through closed eyes

reality through closed eyes

fiction
edward w pritchard

Open your eyes was said. Refusing ago, I must now patiently endure the reruns night after night in my dreams.

An elaborate illusion built on misinterpeted facts. Slowly, patiently the me in my subconcious explains and remodels the explanation. But the subconcious must be careful; for none so blind as they who refuse to see.

Diplomatically the subconcious reexplains. Each morning a glimmer of enlightenment. Then sliding back, back to illusion. How could it be.  It seemed so real.

maya, nothing is real

maya, nothing is real

fiction
edward w pritchard

Things are not indeed what they seem. Common sense has been shown lacking, although it takes some contemplation to realize why. If contemplation is not your thing time will eventually suffice. By all means pay your bills on time and watch your cholesterol but things are not what they seem.
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