Pretense is a beautiful thing. Sometimes so engrossed is one in their own little world of fake normality, that soon the boundary between the real and un' stops existing.
It could be a raging storm outside, but in this pretty sheltered world of pretense, its clear blue skies with just the right amount of breeze.
One just becomes a function of what one wants to feel like.
Of course its a different matter than when this deluge of rain beats and breaks down the walls of the pretended reality, the mucky slush appears but there never really is a rainbow.
Try looking all you can...beautiful pretended reality is only just that.
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