i’ve never

understood why

my dreams

are so colorful

when i fall asleep,

the palettes always

look more vivid than

the ones in the real world

assuming it’s a world…

that’s real,

and not scrambled computer code

in a simulation that we’ll make one day

…and forget about

a game of definitions, honestly

at this point,

i think i’m okay with that

being told what something is,

or should be,

[including myself]

by people who barely know me,

but by some advanced and divine revelation,

know what’s best for me,

and who i need to become…

…as if i’ve never heard the God in me on my own.

i suppose everything comes full circle.

and “i love you” gets encoded, scrambled and mistranslated along the way.

i pi you too.

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