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I can't bear another moment in reality. Silence, colourless, no images or songs. Where are the monuments of love, parading my connection with the world and with a girl? Lost, lost while this dull and painful realm intrudes with notices of insomnia and isolation . Forget them, I have no use for such trivial 'facts'. I live in bliss.. I don't care if other people percieve it as fake. But reality is insistant and employs annoying messengers. I am informed by a man that time is slipping out of my hands, and that I should be with my loved ones. 'Thank you' I say to him, In truth I am not thankful as he is wrong, but agreeing to things increases the chance of less interruptions. He leaves, and I am alone and free to celebrate life with my friends and lovers. Ah, they speak the perfect words, making me laugh, smile. I return the comments with wit and grace, to immense approval. All the beautiful people and moments in my life are here with me. All the missed opportunities are retrieved, every moment is perfect.

A vibration, an intruder approaches. Oh, it is a just a nurse, checking up on me. She asks if I want some company, I smile at her, 'I am in the presense of my dearest friends, thank you.'
She pities me, as do the other nurses. I know what troubles them... doctors are far too melodramatic to be believed...

I forget the pain swelling inside of me and return to my landscape of love and unity.

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I can't bear another moment in reality. Silence, colourless, no images or songs. Where are the monuments of love, parading my connection with the world and with a girl? Lost, lost while this dull and painful realm intrudes with notices of insomnia and isolation . Forget them, I have no use for such trivial 'facts'. I live in bliss.. I don't care if other people percieve it as fake. But reality is insistant and employs annoying messengers. I am informed by a man that time is slipping out of my hands, and that I should be with my loved ones. 'Thank you' I say to him, In truth I am not thankful as he is wrong, but agreeing to things increases the chance of less interruptions. He leaves, and I am alone and free to celebrate life with my friends and lovers. Ah, they speak the perfect words, making me laugh, smile. I return the comments with wit and grace, to immense approval. All the beautiful people and moments in my life are here with me. All the missed opportunities are retrieved, every moment is perfect.

A vibration, an intruder approaches. Oh, it is a just a nurse, checking up on me. She asks if I want some company, I smile at her, 'I am in the presense of my dearest friends, thank you.'
She pities me, as do the other nurses. I know what troubles them... doctors are far too melodramatic to be believed...

I forget the pain swelling inside of me and return to my landscape of love and unity.