Reality

Reality is a funny concept,

for me at least.

It drifts in and out, sometimes without warning

like the crash of a wave.

But sometimes it slips slowly,

crawling backwards, 

retreating

gently with the flow of the tide.

It's confusing,

for me at least.

To be able to believe something to your core,

Only for that not to be the case.

I wonder,

a lot of the time

if it's that way for everyone.

But I never know how to ask.