You woke up one day to the burden of a world that is too dissonant to even attempt distinguishing right from wrong.
You entered every room as if you were naked and exposed, struggling to be there with no idea what to say.
You slept every night with thoughts bombarding you endlessly, making you question everything.
You wanted better from this reality.
You needed more. You couldn’t take it anymore.
Thus, from the confines of isolation, you were molded.
From the trenches of the past, you were carved.
From the tombs of dead labels living in imaginary words, you were enslaved.
Wanting to be present to it all, but you couldn’t.
Wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Wanting to act so things would change, and yet you didn’t.
That’s a sad reality.
The good news, though, is that it is not reality at all.
While it doesn’t need a book to get you there.
There is a book that will try until trying is not needed.
(That’s why Reality Check was written)
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
