I’m painting a picture of something

I’m painting a picture of something
We’re all doing it
Trying to replicate something,
some representation of something
Of a thing we can never be sure of
In actuality of a hope more than anything else
Yes, our whole existence is really a hope
Another, more fancy-ish word for it might be a ‘projection’
Or just ‘project’ isn’t far off either.
What does it consist of?
Thoughts, behaviors, meanings, colors, actions, people,
rooms, moods,
interactions, desires
A million tangible and intangible things
And it’s impossible not to do it
Even to kill yourself is to go somewhere else, so that’s something
And anyway, you will have shaped everything.

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