Dreams
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The world I witness as I try to make my own way towards ecstasy. With certain hope to proceed somewhere, where the grass is greener on every side, wanting nothing while striving for everything. But then I saw you there again, the devourer of delicacy. Time fled and faded away leaving me in the vicious cycle of life. As I close my eyes, the mind opens up its secrets and I see myself in the corners where I never wanted to be. The widened eyes take me off though I'm still there. The place is still inhabited by stone cold carvings. The artist is also there, the You, who wakes me up with unpleasant whispers. Little by little, I'm getting lost in the art, mesmerized, not realizing soon enough that its me being carved. Devotion substitutes animosity as the reality shatters and lefts me perplexed with forever unanswered question.- Who is the real me?