Protected: Ego death
Virtual Reality
How do you see me?
I thought I hid well
Was I wrong?
I’m beginning to understand
As I listen to the wind
My companion with every passing breath
Through all my aches
And all my tears
I still wander and drift
Standing inside the dreams
Do you steal my thoughts?
These burning words
That never seem to surface
Manipulation pursues is all
Catching the voices
We refuse to say are there
Not a cry or a warning
Or a piece of something real
Revealing Love
Fuck the filter when it’s all the truth and it always has been. What changes is the voice of a storyteller over time. Be careful though. Prying minds might unleash a vault of emotions that isn’t safe for anyone to unlock.