Cracked
There must be a rip somewhere in the space-time continuum
through which a different reality,
eerily similar
but evidently different
seeps through,
reality of which we are made aware through the inconsistency of events as we know them.
The sun rises in the same place and the surroundings seem unchanged,
but the language makes no sense,
turning night into day,
like a Shakespearean commentary
on absurdity distorting the truth.
A different reality,
where neither logic nor kindness exist
and nothing that happens has to follow the laws of cause and effect.
How do you function in a world like that?
Do you know who you are?
If you do that is enough.
The truth doesn’t need white washing.