that evening, after one reality sat next to me and delivered what my heart had prepared me for, i decided to shut off that particular window where i used to like to stare one far horizon thru. My tears were rolling unable to deny the familiar pain that i thought has long gone numb. I thought if i keep stabbing that old wound over and over and over it will stop feeling, but it still bleed. And like a virgin naive bride under a veil, escorted by smirking lies, i made my walk back. Decending back to the ground, letting my self breath and manipulated by the light of the illusion. I hope in time, this “i” will die and become one with the false light i have long denied.