How sweet are your thoughts and philosophies? Are they too good to be true or too much grounded to reality? Actually, what is reality? Is it a definite shape? Or someone's abstract smell you feel around you? Or they colour of loneliness you're drowning in? Is it just a glassed box? What is loneliness? Is it something you constantly beg to have, or something you constantly beg to have been encountered with warm hugs? The word "loneliness" may give must of us a subtle sting. But most of it all, most of us despise it, just like depression until it takes many a one favourite artists away from us. Now where was I? Philosophy or reality or maybe nothing. I am just typing whatever this smelly dark room solidifies and brings to life. Maybe my mind is lucid. It keeps on dreaming while I constantly have a sense of reality. The only thing that bugs me is that I have no control over it. I sometimes feel like I have no control over anything. But setting everything aside, I was born from the emptiness and should live inside it. I get it. Whatever takes over this emptiness is what you call reality. That must be it. And like the over-consumption of sugar, your thoughts and ideals first boggle your mind, shake it and break it and you're a slave. Sugar reminds me of something. Some prefer tea free of sugar. Very few may prefer plain water.
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