These are the “false friends” for unintentional blows, for speaking “truth” to have no effect and “truth”
is nothing more than an eye in a green forest as it moves like the wind and is evergreen or brown.
Its nature is different and we call it an eye but it is a false friend like the eyes which watch us when we sleep like a child looking at the stars having another kind of eye.
How can we live if we believe in a false reality and this is our first choice and then the “truth” is “false?”
You have the choice to act as an impostor or be one and both?
Is life and living.
:: 03.28.2021 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 