Reality is as real as it can possibly be.

Including me.

I cut a piece of myself to keep the peace.

Stumble upon replicas of the duplicates.

It's not magic what you see.

Utter darkness hides so much.

You only have two choices.

Either entertain it or antagonize it.

Violence was never the answer.

Violence was always the root of the question.

It holds things that prevent you from thinking.

Excitement and passion.

They make it all better.

It all makes sense now.

It cannot possibly be any more realistic than this.

Antagonizing.

It's not lust that I feel.

Beautiful boys give birth to envy.

Their ability to sail on their ships to safety.

When's just the right time to catch the wind?

If you're going to get lost, it'd be on your behalf.

Lose all the doubts you harbour or all the feelings.

Their ability to simply disappear as they please.

No strings attached.

Even if they got hurt, they wouldn't feel a thing.

Envy the way they shove the emotions six feet under.

But I shall not be buried together with my burdens.

Take it all out until there's nothing left.

Nothing personal.

I just can't help it but loathe your beautiful face.

© Juliet Jeyn