Sometimes I’m afraid what I see is real.

-what I feel is real.

-what I tell myself is real.

All the lines between here and there are neither here or there.

-between imaginary and reality

-between existence and mortality

Sometimes I am reduced to thousands of puzzles with no finite answers and I find it trying to believe the waves come and go.

[Regardless, you still have to feed the good wolf.]

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