What if the thoughts are real?
what if the moments of clarity
of me
sitting in the sunlight
streaming across my own space
are truths that I can not live without
and
as I sit
slowly leaching
in another room
with that same sunlight streaming
though not living
still
dreaming
how what then?
how what now?
If I could have that room of my own
that space to be what I want when I want it
to create my experience
as I was created
what then?
it is too big a picture to think about as a whole.
small parts
a glimpse here
a whisper there
while I sit
and drink my tea
contemplating
this
reality.
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