Ramblings of an Authoress

This is Reality’s Difference, where dreams and reality collide.

If you somehow are offended, leave and don’t come back.

This is my escape. I’m just willing to share it with you.

Reality’s Difference

Let me tell you a little about myself…

In real life, I know a lot of people, but they don’t know me. I hate talking about myself. I see no point in sharing when I don’t get anything out of it. I guess you could say I’m a type AB. I’m selfish and petty. I’d like to think that I’m nice or emotionless, whichever fits my mood, but I’m not. I can probably be the meanest person you’ll ever meet. I am sarcastic, sadistic, and condescending. I act like I don’t care what other people think, but I really do.

Lies. Ripples in the water. It starts small, but it always grows before it just dies. What is the difference between dreams and reality? Can you honestly say that you know the truth about the people around you? Can you trust someone who has a mind of their own? Someone who can think for themselves? Can you say that you’ve never lied? The world is fragile. Based on a series of lies. Should one of them be unraveled, then we would all be doomed to a miserable existance containing the truth.

Divide and conquer… Ironic isn’t it? What is trust? What is betrayal? Is this reality or is what you’re living reality? Is reality just a dream? Perhaps your dreams are reality? Such a paradox isn’t it?

What is life? What is death? How do you know that this is just what happens when you die? How do you know that your not dead right now?

So many questions…

Not enough answers.

This is my version. This is my idea. This is reality’s difference.