This is a poem I made in order to illustrate an idea that I had about how we are all basically just biological simulation, and we never really ever get to choose something. Not our circumstances, nurt...
A blind man is sitting in the Garden of Eden. The life around him is intoxicating, the colors are so very bright. It is venomous. The sound of a thousand butterflies fluttering around. The buzzing of ...
My world, you ask? It is full of the monotous gray. It may seem boring, but I have a secret weapon that tends to bring color to my otherwise dull life. It rocks my world with its brightness.