The Haze.

Delusion. If you are an earthling, then I presume this is your natural state. From the time you are born, you are made to live someone else's reality. A haze that is pulled over your eyes, which inspite of its blatant irony, is hard to cut through. And this haze is your world.

Perhaps with time, and what they call maturity, you create your own way of looking at things, your own haze. This haze has a funny charecteristic though. It reflects what you want to see. And you are happy with this haze of yours.

You stand in front of the mirror, and smile. Of course, mirrors are never funny. You talk to friends and hug and cry. Of course, they are not the cause of your worry.

The sun shines, and everyday it tries to reach out. But of course, into your haze it is not allowed.....

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