My head was always in the clouds
Sometimes I'd forget my grip on reality
Always dreaming about things that people thought were absurd or out of reach
I'd lose myself in these dreams
Although they were so far from my grasp
To touch them would be impossible
Yet, I still choose to dream
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
