Foreign Philosophy.
Old to the world, new to you.
Like a drug — wrapped in the blanket of another’s arms,
A substance takes, electrifying the body,
Forcing a high comprised of falsified ideas.
Fleeting feelings and looming clouds,
Contort reality’s light.
And when your shadow reappears —
Only then will you realize you can feel the sun again.
Call me Jay 
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