Being Far From Reality Has Become The New Reality

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Wandering aimlessly into a rainforest brings
A sense of gentleness, shaking me from my stupor.
Sighting an unusual cabin amid the foliage,

Upon entering, choked by specks of dust,
Poorly lit from ceiling to floor.
By rekindling a rusty gas lamp, it cast
A warm, mellow glow through its timeworn fabric.

Revealing a grand relic piano, bearing signs of unheard melodies,
Abandoned ink and papers with no crafted letters,
And a cardigan adorned with old-world marks and patches.

Lingering, my fingers hitting each tile of the piano,
Emitting a charming history,
Stories of a thousand ballads
From the softest to the hardest tune.

Accidentally spilling ink onto the papers and holding them against the light
Unveils a well-written reflection of the shared and unrestrained emotions within.

As I grab the cardigan and inhale its scent,
Every thread retains a comforting warmth and familiar scent,
Etched in the very ventures encountered.

Realizing this isn't a dream with eyes closed
No fantasy, but a reality before my eyes I adore evermore.

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