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Such a phenomenon the mind is, capable of forming entirely new, yet obviously "false" realities, all behind our skull. Thoughts, perhaps taking the form of small fragile bubbles, containing positive and negative emotions constantly drift around, rushing quickly to and fro within imaginative sight, as if they have become violently desperate to be seen by their owner. Some days, a particular few bubbling thoughts manage to push their way into the core of the mind, sometimes during our most vulnerable points of rest brought upon by darkness, or during our most weak moments, when our lids beg to give in, despite the bright light falling down onto us... Thus drowning us mercilessly in their twisted contents within, using an experience which nearly morphs itself into the true reality as we know it.

Perhaps this whole time, we've been "falsely" led into a state of physical and mental security by a bubble, only to be thrashed and torn apart ever-so-slowly as that bubble slowly loses the ability to uphold the fragile ties that keep us together.