Reality is individualistic.
Whatever we see, we believe.
Whatever we believe becomes our reality.
Until some opposing force disproves it indefinitely
Who are they to tell me otherwise?
My reality is my truth
And while it may not be pretty
And polished and elegant
It is my own and that is where I find beauty.
Your reality is a great one
Because it belongs to you and you alone.
No monsters can steal it
Nor can they mold it.
Our reality is amazing
Because together we create a universal truth
Made up of millions of threads and strings
That weave together
Into a beautifully silent discord.
It is our silent agreement
To keep our realities as we want
For what is reality without delusion
Even if it is only for an instant?
Our conflicting beliefs
Our polite facades
Our silent cries;
All for each other and for ourselves
Until we create another reality together.