p.141

I’m not too sure what life is anymore
when reality isn’t vivid
and—
dreams seem too real
and the pain gained from others, at times
is
the only thing I feel.

When the most serendipitous moments
are not enacted within a dream
for me
yet night fights become real
repercussions
and real life (is it?)
truly just doesn’t seem
to be.

Still they might be more alike than
you or I will ever know
like how you haunt me either way
and—
in both— my feelings never show.

If this is the life that I’ve been living
can’t my dreams at least be grand?
and if this is a dream please wake me up
so I can become a better me.

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