My dad is now
just another collection of memories,
in the same way, as my grandpas were
before him.
My entire world is now,
more or less,
a collection of memories,
good or bad,
but often,
bringing a smile
inside my mind.
So, what is reality?
It is something that you can touch
for a fleeting moment,
or just another memory,
adding itself to the other bunch
of older memories.
And then, as we start to forget
is the reality
forgetting itself?
What is the world,
when we forget everything?
Is it still there, waiting for us to
open our eyes?
Or it will disappear,
Only to be summoned back
as we become aware
of the outer layer of our body,
And slowly wake up.
Hard to say, as the entire world
tend to disappear,
as I fall asleep.
So deep, and sometimes
in my dreams,
those other worlds
seems as much real,
as the world that I just left behind.
A dream withing a dream,
and all we can do
is to worry that we are getting
fat and slow.
What a show!
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