Staring through a glass of speculation of reality.
Screeching inside to breakthrough its flesh capsule of hallucination of existence.
Idly sitting for an opportunity of furtherance, enhancing diminishment of certainty.
Vessel of unsuitable foundation for sanity.
Within the capsule one's consciousness collects distraughtment.
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Staring through the glass ( eyes ), wondering if life is a hallucinations or if the will ever succeed or fall to distraughtment.