... for when it leaves your grip, it leaves you, and it leaves your mind.
At that moment you will realize that it was falsehood that kept things together.

Only illusions allowed you to stay sane. Now they are gone. Reality is bleak. You hurt..

If you jump really high, you may be able to catch those illusions again; but then, they will be useless.
One cannot paste back the scales on his eyes. Those scales have fallen.

Face the glare
Accept what you can, refuse what you must

The Popocateptl Nodeshell Rescue Unit was here and it felt a bit depressed and gnostic so it filled this inviting nodeshell

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