Mirage of Peace

How do you get over something when you’re surrounded by daily reminders of its existence? Sometimes I see the light shimmer off the oasis of peace in my mind, although it’s more often fleeting – a cruel mirage in my parched gray matter desert.

“This is how it is now”. Accept and discard.

I need peace with the knowledge that “how it really is” and “how it is perceived” are different – and will always be different.