Confessions by no one

When music is playing through the stereo

And it can apparently increase how real this appears

Memories can arise, sensations can happen (apparently)

The show becomes so much more believable

Like those memories are proof that there was

Something before this now

A person (memory) who appears in the story for the character

Was real and something happened between you

And another character

You fell in love, you argued, you got drunk together, you had sex

You went on holiday with each other, you cried, you laughed

It was sad, happy, confusing, lovely, joy, rage, intense

Every single one, is a prop, of the illusion, there's an individual

That can sometimes get what it wants

They were something meaningful before this

They were something awful before this

I was a better person before this

I was happier before this

I was much more unhappy before this....

How sweet, this, playing, like something has ever happened

Giving itself apparent past and future, meaningful moments

Sad moments, there's no glue to anything, because there's no

Anything

There's just this, complete unknowable

A story arises

Something has happened, so many things have happened to this

Character

There's an individual that can improve or decrease it's appearances

Become better, holy, become loyal, sweet, cool, awkward

More props of the illusion, that you have a say in something

So innocent and sweet, what a lovely fairytale

The story of an individual, is my life, my dreams, my dogma

My past, my future, my desires, my life that I've succeeded at

My life that I made a mess off, that I failed at

How arrogant and simultaneously beautiful and sweet

That story is........

The illusion plays

I'm real

I'm separate

I'm in control

I have a life

I have a purpose

I have regrets

I own objects

I have a mortgage

I have children

I have......all are just props

Props of the illusion.... Quite stunning in a way

Always proving itself, protesting all the time...

That this is real... Kidding itself, laughing at itself

What a cosmic joke....beautifully played out by no one, for no one