When I’ve closed my eyes, I saw and felt parts of my life. Times where I’ve cried having told an honest lie. Smiling at my reflection— believing in my own deception. And being so demanding for the world to notice me.
Now, when I close my eyes, the fragments are nowhere in sight. I still cry— reasons may vary as to why. My smile’s genuine. I can share my inner reflection. No longer demanding, I’ve grown to be understanding. The world to me is what I choose to notice even if it were a dream.