Don’t you like being the hero of the story… The savior to be… The masked strength behind the shoulders of the world?
We admire the fantasy but reject its reality…
We share its feelings but detest its dealings…
We speak of it endlessly but regret spilling its secrets…
The attachment marries the detachment and in that dance both swing in front of the high kings demanding independence while craving dependence…
Perception is real, my friend… and that doesn’t make you a fraud or any less taught that the shared existence you see is as real as the one you don’t…
So long as you cannot accept the perceptions’ truth, you can’t see their deceptions either. They are all but one, even if in the dusk of day, they like to stay as apart as thee in this infinity to be…
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
