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reality is an illusion

(nb : whatever “creation” must be, i believe it comes from a huge dose of boredom with oneself)

don’t tell anyone what you’ve seen on the road to nowheresville…

i’m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?
i’ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what i see and what i can’t, details of blanket skies, open arms and wandering cats, at night the lights that blind, faces that blend and combine into tired parades, it’s self-hypnosis and i’ve lost the count,
i’ve lost the count.

march was on its way now it’s july soon is it fake inside ?
i’m looking for a mental image the image of something that once was, it’s july soon i keep in mind it’s july soon i can’t remember how to forget anything, through the open window i hear what it is i’m in, the heat that blinds, the sun that blends and combines the noises around, it’s self-hypnosis, april was on its way now it’s july soon.

i had this dream last night or the night before or in a few nights i had this dream that i want to explore, there was the hill where the trees have been cut down then i was in a car on a highway with doors, i had this dream where i couldn’t focus, where i couldn’t stop the car, there’s a wheel but i’m not the one driving then i’m on the bridge i feared in previous dreams except i’m grown up now i can’t fly now, dark towers on water are what i remember of a city too big for me to fit in i’m as lost in it as i always was, “forget me” the dream said, “cause i won’t forget you”, i had this dream that seemed so real when i woke up,
i felt the room dangling.

i’m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?
i’ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what is me and what isn’t, it used to be easy to see, the detachment from my body, fragments of memories, words that blind, looks and gestures that blend and combine into empty dances, it’s self-hypnosis and i’ve lost the count,
i’ve lost the count…