My mind is an entity of its own.
Lost in a dream
Meandering the line of memory and fantasy
My heart recalls it with clarity
I am weak to its indulgence.
Despite my awareness to the disease
I simply let it be
and mourn what was
and what could never be.
When the tears escape
my careful facade
I'll let illusion deceive me
with the belief that
you might be here, too.
Lost in this reverie with me.
At least then,
I won't have to face reality
that perhaps I am truly stuck here all alone.
In a world of my own.










