Becoming Reality
You know it's real when you feel it in you, the churning of your stomach making you feel sicker and sicker with every breath you take. It's growing and nobody can help, you know something is wrong but you can't explain. Who would you explain it to? Why would they believe you?
What set of words would you exactly select to explain that something in your head is hurting you, making you sick physically without existing in the dimension you all exist in.
It's different, it's alive; hard to believe but definitely not a lie. You can get over it but the real question here is how long can you bear it? How long will you survive? Throughout the suffering, what will be your exact thoughts?
Will you think of it? Will you think of your life? Present and past, another choice to make; you decide but have you got enough time? They say it will come back all at once in a flash, in a blink of an eye; but will it until you are willing to? Would you be able to control your mind, now anxious.
How do you explain it? How do you explain anything? Do you compare or make others try to relate? It just transforms into another form of suffering, nobody having the slightest idea how the original was after passing it down to an endless crowd. Each altering a part, moulding it with the tongue in a shape that is well known, well known to them.
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