— We don’t exist — We only dream we’re here —
This means we never die — We disappear —
You find familiarity in unfamiliar landscapes,
meaning in places you’ve never been.
If you don’t exist outside your own invention
fill in the gaps, create a narrative that fits.
Follow the path down to the North Sea, watch
the sky as it fleets through a thousand greys
and settles into dusk. Forget the down days
are darker than you could ever let on.
Aren’t you tired of pretending?
Don’t you want to see the world unfiltered?
Find sanctuary in a corner of a library,
discover a record of yourself on microfilm —
Is life what you thought it would be?
Stop dreaming. Don’t disappear.