Such as illusions
Or the illusions of love
Or of the protective layer you imagine around you
The people, the friends, the lovers,
The family
The attachments are too fragile
Too fragile than the materialistic nature of it
Too fragile to even comprehend its fragility
You think you are holding onto a rock
But the truth lies in realizing that even that rock
Is only made of the grains of sand that cannot be held back
They flow out like a mere ticking clock
And such is the frailty of illusions
You may grieve
You may grieve forever
But if only you can control and accept
And desire to move beyond
And ahead of all the possibilities
Then pave your own path
Of accepting the truth
That is ugly, but it is so.
And is yours alone.
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