Who is she? Is she real? Or is she just an illusion in your mind…as real as the rising sun, scorching your skin. Or is she just a rumor? A petty talk of small birds in the sky, singing a bittersweet melody that invokes your imagination to feed your ego. Or is she just a reflection that you see when you look into the mirror? Does she really exist? Or is she just a figment of your dream? Life, after all, is an illusion. There is no reality and there is no dream. Life is just a space where layers and layers of reality stack each other. Intertwine. Connected. And disconnected.

               

Am I her? Is this her talking? Or is this something else altogether? How can you be sure? Do you really know her? Can you really know her? Who is she? A nerd who studies every hour of the day? But if she studies every hour of the day, then how can she have time to be something else?

Do you want to know the truth? But, what exactly is ‘truth’? Is it a fact? Or just a vivid explanation made up by those with so-called authority? Or is it a well elaborated lie?

Define truth… 

Lying Me,

Pararae