Another day comes to an end, she runs the simulation and I put on my blinds.
My illusion about unreal becomes real and her simulation is feigned.

N number of times have I warned myself not to live in a fallacious world.
I don’t understand why she needs to simulate one when fallacies are all around us.

In an insane quest for intelligence I managed to cloak the wisdom.
Though her symptoms are no different, she is just wise enough to hide.

I always wanted to protect her from reality that cleaves us every now and then.
But her fears were unreal, non-physical and my shield became translucent.

Something’s cannot be interpreted or understood and best left veiled.
It is a splinter in the convolutions of mind, like pin-pricks to existence.