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I close my eyes to nothing A dreary darkness holds me until I find myself falling into the distance beneath Falling into the chasms of broken hopes and dreams Falling into nowhere Until I have lost touch with reality Until my whereabouts are disconnected Torn into shreds of existence, where no one may locate them again Until I feel that I stop Stop in the middle still floating into the inky black of the chasms that endeth not Stopped at the very fabric of a world we live in Completely stopped Until I see shapes Iridescent triangle and out of these mere triangles more come out Until they become kite shaped Of the deepest hues of black and white Circling me surrounding me Suffocating me Until they then knock some common sense into me I float there and realize Like a stationary doll that has unwinded its troubles into the owner Like hamster that lay there defenseless from the predator Useless in all realization It is then and only then, I find myself what fear really is It is simple You are not scared of the dark nor of creepy white being that haunt our lives named ghosts No, you are not You are scared of the moment when you realize your fear is there Living with you, breathing with you Yes, the moment you realize That is what you truly fear That is what I happen so to realize in that very moment As I lay there floating Floating in a world of white and black diamonds Circling you, surrounding you Suffocating you Realization lies there waiting for your presence It lies there stealthily Biding time as it is I soon find myself regaining simple cultures of the past that had been taught to me Began to sit upright, folding my hands in my lap Staring into the face of precisely what fear accommodates The thing that has been established by many But many have gone insane after addressing the true fact of the existence of fear Though I am not here to tell you the sorrowful tales of such I am not here to recite the journeys of others And of those did not go insane at the thought of such revelations Stand tall in front of it But they cannot hide it forever Until they cower back, seemingly shrinking in size Because no one lives without fear Therefore no one lives without realization Therefore no one lives while glaring realization in the eye Not because of ****** that they cease to live Realization itself does not admit to killing these innocent beings No, they **** themselves They realize their dangerous feat and therefore cannot bear the realization They have always been frightened of realization But to realize that one is challenging it Is the fate of the brave ‘Tis not why here I am Telling you this tale of valor and possible stupidity Alas, I’ve strayed off the point Distracted in perils before us, any of us in fact As I fixated my eyes on the perfect form of realization I seem to realize what others perished to They also could have died by the next processes as your brain begins to comprehend Questions that is Many, many, many, oh so many questions Popping into your noggin Or perhaps your heart l bet l could find them in your stomach Everywhere and anywhere, not just your usual questions But they were different Very, very different Not slightly different because l can’t tell if l have made this clear enough But they are very different Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion? Am l living in a hallucination? Could everything be a figment of my imagination? Are people really there, or am l mentally ill? Do I really see things, or could l be imagining them as if l am blind? Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion? Questions of the end of the world these are Namely the last one “Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion?”
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
RidhimaB
An Optical Illusion
I close my eyes to nothing A dreary darkness holds me until I find myself falling into the distance beneath Falling into the chasms of broken hopes and dreams Falling into nowhere Until I have lost touch with reality Until my whereabouts are disconnected Torn into shreds of existence, where no one may locate them again Until I feel that I stop Stop in the middle still floating into the inky black of the chasms that endeth not Stopped at the very fabric of a world we live in Completely stopped Until I see shapes Iridescent triangle and out of these mere triangles more come out Until they become kite shaped Of the deepest hues of black and white Circling me surrounding me Suffocating me Until they then knock some common sense into me I float there and realize Like a stationary doll that has unwinded its troubles into the owner Like hamster that lay there defenseless from the predator Useless in all realization It is then and only then, I find myself what fear really is It is simple You are not scared of the dark nor of creepy white being that haunt our lives named ghosts No, you are not You are scared of the moment when you realize your fear is there Living with you, breathing with you Yes, the moment you realize That is what you truly fear That is what I happen so to realize in that very moment As I lay there floating Floating in a world of white and black diamonds Circling you, surrounding you Suffocating you Realization lies there waiting for your presence It lies there stealthily Biding time as it is I soon find myself regaining simple cultures of the past that had been taught to me Began to sit upright, folding my hands in my lap Staring into the face of precisely what fear accommodates The thing that has been established by many But many have gone insane after addressing the true fact of the existence of fear Though I am not here to tell you the sorrowful tales of such I am not here to recite the journeys of others And of those did not go insane at the thought of such revelations Stand tall in front of it But they cannot hide it forever Until they cower back, seemingly shrinking in size Because no one lives without fear Therefore no one lives without realization Therefore no one lives while glaring realization in the eye Not because of ****** that they cease to live Realization itself does not admit to killing these innocent beings No, they **** themselves They realize their dangerous feat and therefore cannot bear the realization They have always been frightened of realization But to realize that one is challenging it Is the fate of the brave ‘Tis not why here I am Telling you this tale of valor and possible stupidity Alas, I’ve strayed off the point Distracted in perils before us, any of us in fact As I fixated my eyes on the perfect form of realization I seem to realize what others perished to They also could have died by the next processes as your brain begins to comprehend Questions that is Many, many, many, oh so many questions Popping into your noggin Or perhaps your heart l bet l could find them in your stomach Everywhere and anywhere, not just your usual questions But they were different Very, very different Not slightly different because l can’t tell if l have made this clear enough But they are very different Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion? Am l living in a hallucination? Could everything be a figment of my imagination? Are people really there, or am l mentally ill? Do I really see things, or could l be imagining them as if l am blind? Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion? Questions of the end of the world these are Namely the last one “Is this really real, or is it an optical illusion?”
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