Real

I realized that too much presence turns into absence
And too much trust, into naivety
Too much sweetness, into bitterness
And too much hope, in absurdity
Gradually I learnt the meaning of realness.

Balance was never a place for me to stand,
Insanity was my second name
And chaos my personal stamp;
How could I survive in a world this?
Reality never fit me, still I am real.

My core hurt constantly cause I used to believe
That I have gotten some control over all this;
I guess lying to myself is the best alternative
I don't know how to bear life as it is;
Maybe magic realism is all I've ever believed in.

June 25th, 2017