The stories of my reality

The stories of my reality end in my body

That knows none of that

Is my human experience based in a narrative?

Who invented it? When?

Where is it written?

Why does it matter?

Only if I smile

Surrendering all worries

Joyous for no reason

Trusting

And then another day

Another chance to change

To rewrite the story

The one that I choose

Because is silly

Because it doesn’t make any sense

Only to me

And that’s enough

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