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Qualms
I cannot stay up all night anymore,
connecting the dots.
How do I even know—
what's real & what's not?
If “there are no facts, only interpretations”,
is itself not a fact,
but just a mere interpretation.
Since all I do,
is just an act
and all that I feel, is disgrace.
Reality to me is unreasonable,
like an uncaring parable.
How do I even know, if my existence is real?
And not just a fictitious identity under the veil,
of a poetic world?
– © Athena
connecting the dots.
How do I even know—
what's real & what's not?
If “there are no facts, only interpretations”,
is itself not a fact,
but just a mere interpretation.
Since all I do,
is just an act
and all that I feel, is disgrace.
Reality to me is unreasonable,
like an uncaring parable.
How do I even know, if my existence is real?
And not just a fictitious identity under the veil,
of a poetic world?
– © Athena
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