Unwritten Reality

First Version

Fragments.

It always begins with fragments,

Pieces of memory that come rushing to you,

Make you cry and quiver,

Tears from a 'simpler' time.

Blade. 

It turns into a pair of old scissors,

Touching your skin, the blood, the scratches, the cuts,

Feel the pain of your insides,

Embrace the truth.

Thought. 

It ends with a 'made sense at the time' thought,

Idea that ends with an action, a movement,

Set yourself free,

The unwritten reality.

Author's Note

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