International Women's Writing Guild
TGIF Writing Prompt
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist in reality. I exist in an artificial construction of lucid dreams on an acid trip Walking through a psychedelic field of highlighter green Tripping on my two left feet I’m beginning to know that reality is a pounding hangover That confines me to this lumpy bed that makes my back hurt I am learning that I don’t exist to change the world.
Copyright © Delia Marrero 2018 All rights reserved.
Brilliant! Love it! Bravo!
Thank you!
Delia, Kelly DuMar here - thanks for sharing your writing. What resonates for me is your idea of where the truest reality exists; I get a sense of mind and spirit expansion from this "trip," and I appreciate the way these revelations work up to a surprising conclusion. I'm getting that you may well have read or been influenced a bit by Michael Pollan!
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