Reality,
What Is the truth of this word "reality" I write about in so many of my poems?
Have we just granted identification to our form of perception, and then created it all under one image of which we live in? Or is reality something different? Will it be that which is never understood, or seen transparently through our minds eye due to the conformity of modern socialistic behaviour? See, the definition of Reality is "the world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them." Thus confirming it's to be percieved beyond our material world.
It's sort of like identifying a book as Fiction. It's neither all fact, nor all seemingly "realistic", right? There's a form of that word again, perhaps I could have said truth, but why bear the honor of such a word to a sentence of prior negation? There is beauty in the truth; truth can live within the facts as evidence seen or unseen. As too, Reality can be percieved within the minds of either yourself or mine, personified in scripture with all freedom seemingly real or un-real; that is the beauty of Fiction, that is the beauty of perception, this is the beauty of reality.
Have a good evening, elevate your mind with me <3
1.29.2019