How foolish he must feel when he reaches out to grasp a span of empty air, or lifts a handful of dust to his blistering mouth.
And how long must it be before he asks the question:
‘Am I the phantom? Am I the mirage?’
This is not as dark as it might sound. Merely a muse on the illusion to which I believe every one of us is subject. We play the game; that’s all.
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Oh dear. This is too deep for me to expound upon after a long day of school. Forensics is forthcoming; instaed I must contemplate drugs. :P
No worries, Maria. There was a large personal element to it anyway. Good luck with the drugs. I chose not to ask the obvious question.
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