On the reality of things [Writing]

There lies something between what we perceive and what is reality.

The nature of reality is very subtle and in its own unconscious effort, it diminishes the line and thoughts. Thoughts of everything, thoughts of anything and thoughts of nothing.

The thorn in your eyes, however prickly it might seem is the little drops of the truth. The truth is a wound so afraid to be explored. People prefer masking it. Good for the wound.

When you pluck it, thorn is now red. The new form, new form of truth or yet another mask on the wound to prevent infestations.

There are so many bees, there are so many flowers. It bothers them no more and slowly, slowly becomes reality, the way of nature.