Are all those who dream,
the ones that are lost?
Ones that are repeatedly let down
by the present,
knowing their minds continue to trick them?
If this is so,
then I've been unfound for a long while
but it doesn't matter.
I'm content in my fantasized reality
and I feel like I belong.
What more could I ask for?
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...