Music: I’m Not Crying, Flight of the Conchords
EDIT: This is just a scrap of the first poem I am writing for the 23 by 20 project. The inspiration came while I was packing up the vacuum cleaner, the phrase “Truth is shared reality” just entered my mind and I wondered where I had heard it from. For more information on this project click here.

Someone once told me, “Truth is shared reality”
And I began to wonder,
the implication of what he revealed.
If everything below the clouds was truth,
how beautifully ugly it was.
And beyond the Sun, lies the freedom of insanity.
Lies making up my bed at night
For how long, I can never quite recall.
Everything is held together by interlocking pins,
for safety, for nothingness, for meaning, for life.
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