Reality. Is it harder to be who everyone thinks you are, or who you know you are? Harder to live within the perceptions of the world, or within the wholeness of your heart? And what is right? Where is Truth? Who is best served - more adjusted; less insane? I know a truth that is impossible. Unreal. And yet it IS the truth. IS real. Reality. For more than half a century, this truth has lived in darkness - Removed from Reality in the hope that it might fade with the passing of time. But nothing is so simple. No heart, no hope, no truth. And reality? Doesn’t matter, really. Because when the rain comes, truth remains - an inconvenient honesty left dripping on the porch.
