I fake fake to have a fake life. Does that make me a real horse? Buy now for $777, wooden saddle sold separately. Real horseshoes not included. Imaginary ones – neither.
Our miseries are inseparable, so is our every single blessing.
Wind and breeze are separated today
Crimson twilight denies to fade away
Grass blades turn brown to match the soil
We pretend to smile at every turmoil
I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.