the waters are muddy

.

the water are clear

.

the world is only

.

the world is

.

For some, a prison of which is a personal choice

to bind the scattered remnants of lost reality

.

For some, it is a gift to see beyond clear and murky waters. Far past the worlds and dreams…

To be

individual, unrecognizable, secluded, and yes,

free.

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