Illusion

Then I realized my mistake. I searched the world not realizing that the world I longed existed inside of you. Wherefore I felt I needed some sort of permission. Some sort of console. Instead of accepting the card I knew hid face down in a deck of the same face cards. I manipulated the cards to what I knew best. The only thing I felt was real. The inevitable. I was the veil whom dangled in wait. The classic a-ha moment when all would be revealed. Not realizing that I myself was a part of the illusion. The one I kept at arms reach. A realm filled with room upon room of smoke and mirrors. Face down on top of a hat. Waiting for some sort of hand to reach down and pull me toward what I already knew. I was stuck in an illusion