I am going to wake up from this dream.
I am going to wake up from this nightmare.
Who I really am outside this hallucination is something different.
Something that is not a puppet or a label or a mental illness or a disease
That needs to be cured or taken care off.
Who I really am outside this hallucination is something beautiful.
Something that holds the whole universe from within itself. Something
That is perfect and flawless and lovely and blameless.
The real I is the full manifestation of hope and not fear.
The real I is an existence that does not doubt its own self.
The real I is who I am today and not the person who I was
In the past or in the future. The real I doesn’t think about those
Things because it understands that only the present time is promised.
The real I thinks that it doesn’t have to think to love itself because
That’s the natural thing to do. Like how the sun doesn’t think about shining
every morning and like how the moon doesn’t think about glowing every night.
The real I is a radiant and lovely being.