Thank you fake dawn

First I hear such beautiful poetic expression for selling false hope. Within the context of the conversation it made perfect sense, it did not imply something that in my opinion was manipulative. However, my mind went almost instantly there. Along my short/long (depends of who you ask) life I've encountered so many people that sell fake dawns, I just never thought of them in a poetic way.

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I think the picture that I found regarding this somewhat awkward reflection, does a superb job illustrating exactly what I'm talking about. The lights on the hill at a distance emulate the birth of a sun enough to trigger a passive understanding of morning. Then, the critical part of our brains begins to parse and reject the lie, meanwhile recognizing beauty.

Many sources of light, that's not how it works. Tinges of blue on the sides, that is not how it works. Is that even east? Is it even the time? - Just like that, the illusion is broken, completely broken... Yet, it remains just as beautiful.

If you are lost in my words, I apologize. I don't think context is really what matters at the moment. Anecdotes don't seem to want to come to play some chess. That being said, I doubt you don't know what I'm talking about, I doubt you've not experience someone selling a fake dawn.

I think plenty times I've stayed put, I allowed more, I've endured, simply because I kept on staring at the beauty of a fake dawn. Is it not just gorgeous? Are you not stuck wondering how this whole even happened? Don't you wish someone with a degree, someone with authority, would tell you that it is the dawn. Proceed to explain it in all the ways that you will never understand anyways, so that you can surrender analysis for the sake of comfort.