When I realized that every day,
I was living through different roles
Even the writer of the script itself.
I become the audience beneath the stage of time, silently watching it all unfold.
I can no longer tell which one is truly me.
The actor on the stage is me.
The observer below is also me.
Which one is the “real” me?
there was never truly a “self” to begin with.
I sat alone on my bed, meditating in silence.
The moment I closed my eyes,
countless chaotic voices began echoing inside my mind.
Scene after scene played endlessly before me.
It felt as though something was violently tearing through my inner world.
I resisted with everything I had.
I tried desperately to reject the suffocating pain and discomfort consuming me.
When I opened my eyes again,
my entire body was trembling, soaked in sweat.
And why did it know me so deeply?
Only when I finally chose to face the darkness,
Hidden within the deepest shadows
was someone I had never truly noticed before.
Why do I depend on him so much,
yet remain trapped by his temptations and torment?
As if imprisoned inside a cage of fear he created himself.
And also the prisoner within this cell.
Will I finally discover who he truly is?
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