it's 5:46 am
the sun is waking
and you can't find an inch of rest
you find yourself sinking in the fiction
that you find more heartbreak in
than the peace you're searching
how many times will you imagine them?
you fall in love with their souls as if they exist
they're mirrors reflecting back at you
the despair, the affection, the angst
the story you tried to create
but cannot seem to conquer
if you were born like them,
would the world make sense?
would you throw your arms around the sunset and scream into the void,
i finally found it!
the storybook, fairytale film
heartwrenching, heartwarming
work of art
that will never exist on this earth
i still wonder
if you, yourself are fiction too.
