Truth
A Confession Pertaining to My Behavior
In life I am an actor
I die to appear intelligent, though often act as not.
It’s a question of appearances, or results.
It’s not always an act.
Life requires action, or one cannot be.
May not light enact itself?
My perception, hidden from the truth.
Conscious and subconscious, caught in eternal matrimony, each a balance of light and dark, requiring us to play a part?
The answers escape me; it is like an art.
I take you into account, respect your dire sensitivities.
Your life is my own, there is meaning to our reality.
In life, I am an actor.
Whether my behavior be natural, or by design, I am part of this universe, and our union will align
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🔍 Gustave Deresse is a Métis-Canadian writer and musical artist whose primary themes of writing include : spirituality, philosophy, creativity, relationships, humour, wellbeing, the weird, and self development.
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