The quiet is when I feel it the strongest.
That's when my head starts to wander.
Into the deepest part of me.
Where no one can see me.
Where no one can hear me.
Where I can create a world all my own.
A mix between what was, and what I dreamt would be.
A world where I can cry without judgment or worse. Pity.
At that moment, I cry, not out of sadness, sorrow or pain.
That comes later.
When the illusion breaks.
When reality sets in.
Then my heart break, all over again.
A constant tug of war between joy and agony.
So why do I need it?
The illusion I create.
To hold you again.
To keep my mind straight...
I'm here, I finally made it. Nothing much.
Haven't even made a proper profile,
It's quite a sad sight.
But I'm here... Trying to use this place as either a place to put my thoughts to rest.
Or a place to share them with you.
A thing I've wondered often.
Do you feel me? As I feel you?
Our combined energy, memories, hopes and dreams.
Do you feel it as I?
Visions of ghosts, memories who never happened, along with those that did.
This pain is... Something else. Usually I can handle it, and if I can't "he" can.
But this is different. My energy have never been combined before.
I'm here. Are you even looking?
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