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Reality is pastry and the day is indifferent.

Sweetener

(Preface) This is the second part of a story about virtual reality and futurism. I highly recommend reading the other parts before this one (you don't have to) so links are in the comments! <3

Reality is pastry,

Reality is pastry, sugar-sprinkled, cinnamon-dusted, butter-bathed –

Reality is pastry, sugar-sprinkled, cinnamon-dusted, butter-bathed – a twisting twirl of tickling tastes and a starstruck swirl of sweetness.

It’s ephemeral ecstasy, though – packaged pleasure.

It’s ephemeral ecstasy, though – packaged pleasure. I didn’t see it wrapped in smothering silk

It’s ephemeral ecstasy, though – packaged pleasure. I didn’t see it wrapped in smothering silk when the flavours fade from the delicious into delusion.

It’s ephemeral ecstasy, though – packaged pleasure. I didn’t see it wrapped in smothering silk when the flavours fade from the delicious into delusion.

My weary world is stagnant with the stale melancholy of monochrome.

If my virtual world is pastry, too,

If my virtual world is pastry, too, then its twirl twists my mind into a madhouse of mysteries and misinterpreted memories.

'Why did you call me a sunflower?'

I could go back.

I could go back. I could go back to watch

I could go back. I could go back to watch as bluebirds splash into blueberries that sew a synthetic sky

I could go back. I could go back to watch as bluebirds splash into blueberries that sew a synthetic sky and the sunset’s pigment fades to pomegranates.

But if I’m a sunflower,

But if I’m a sunflower, my lavished layers of sunshine and serenity

But if I’m a sunflower, my lavished layers of sunshine and serenity were numbed by night and woeful winds,

But if I’m a sunflower, my lavished layers of sunshine and serenity were numbed by night and woeful winds, and you are the nightmare,

But if I’m a sunflower, my lavished layers of sunshine and serenity were numbed by night and woeful winds, and you are the nightmare, composed in cloaks of karmic kisses.

Now, that headset beckons like two whirlpools of delight

Now, that headset beckons like two whirlpools of delight drenched in sugar-coated smiles.

Now, that headset beckons like two whirlpools of delight drenched in sugar-coated smiles. The cranium craving of daydreams and delusions rinse and ripen,

Now, that headset beckons like two whirlpools of delight drenched in sugar-coated smiles. The cranium craving of daydreams and delusions rinse and ripen, the virtual veil smears satisfaction with saccharine sensations.

Cravings then choreograph a muddle of mania

Cravings then choreograph a muddle of mania and Neapolitan shades of wishes

Cravings then choreograph a muddle of mania and Neapolitan shades of wishes twisted by sleepless words that fall apart but –

I don’t need the memories.

Just pour me into a fairytale.

The synthetic sunrise then stitches me into a mosaic of hushed heartbeats,

The synthetic sunrise then stitches me into a mosaic of hushed heartbeats, while my mind sifts realities like flour falling from a sieve.

Off in the digitized distance,

Off in the digitized distance, the flickering of a figure lulls in the hazy horizon,

Off in the digitized distance, the flickering of a figure lulls in the hazy horizon, swaying in a waning winter sun like a curious candle frosted with a fluttering flame.

But as I draw near, the figure fragments into a duet of giggles and glee but –

But as I draw near, the figure fragments into a duet of giggles and glee but – why does this feel so wrong?

My moment strips away its layers.

My moment strips away its layers. The stubborn skin of pomegranate peeled

My moment strips away its layers. The stubborn skin of pomegranate peeled revealing the cracked core of seeds spilled onto my fearful feet.

Panic poisons this pink puddle and drowns blushes in drenched roses

Panic poisons this pink puddle and drowns blushes in drenched roses as reality rumbles and I step into its truth:

Panic poisons this pink puddle and drowns blushes in drenched roses as reality rumbles and I step into its truth: My perception is fermented in fireless feelings.

Your moment still has its layers of laughter and love as –

Your moment still has its layers of laughter and love as – you’re not alone.

After you left, was it like this for you?

After you left, was it like this for you? This other –

After you left, was it like this for you? This other – do their whispers whisk sugary sonnets like honey doubled-dipped in chocolate?

The sunset surrenders its bouquet of tangerines

The sunset surrenders its bouquet of tangerines in a sea of strawberries to shadows,

The sunset surrenders its bouquet of tangerines in a sea of strawberries to shadows, draining moonlight into your dance

The sunset surrenders its bouquet of tangerines in a sea of strawberries to shadows, draining moonlight into your dance as I tiptoe through this cocoa canvas to find you.

My questions come candied in caffeine

My questions come candied in caffeine as the tiptoe tempests to a stride sweetened to a sprint.

My questions come candied in caffeine as the tiptoe tempests to a stride sweetened to a sprint. My sleepless words may rest, after.

Yet, the answer often amalgamates into something indifferent

Yet, the answer often amalgamates into something indifferent and the poetry dulls into the distance, deadened.

I see you, Blake, with –

I see you, Blake, with – a child.

I don’t remember this.

I don’t remember this. Were you hurt when you left?

I don’t remember this. Were you hurt when you left? Why does this world want to hurt me, too?

This can’t be real, can it?

This can’t be real, can it? This must be a game of make-believe.

I don’t know if sunflowers blossom in unwept tears.

(Aside) So, this piece is something that has been five months in the making after an upwards battle against writer's block and a lack of faith in my ability to write, but it's here! :D Out of every piece on Commaful, this is the one that took the most patience, dedication, and revision.

For this part, I had the help of @susieq333 with editing and writing in the second half of this piece. Massive kudos to her – I probably wouldn’t have had the motivation to finish this part were it not for her help! <3

For those of you waiting, thank you for your patience! I hope that you all enjoyed this piece (it's my second longest on Commaful in terms of word count) and that it isn't too much of a downer. I'm unsure how long it will take to write the next one, but the wait will be shorter.

Thank you all for reading, and take care! Always write and be creative! <3

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