My truth is not
your truth
Your reality isn’t
my reality
There are
numerous versions
Of the very same
thing
Like the bright
specks
On a clear night
sky
A canvas of
nothingness
Waiting for each
one of us
To conjure!
To connect!
And come up with
a pattern
Oh the joy of
creating meaning!
A constellation
of our own
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