I don't live in your world and my reality is how I shape it,

I have always lived inside the world I want to in my own head...

Don't take that as neither naive nor delusional,

I am well aware of your reality

And I wade through the hell humanity creates

But, I have the ability to see beyond that, to see beauty and mystique in places you can't

And lately I have felt so flat without imagination...

Without the illusion of the love and beauty that I generate in my own thoughts

Not having the solace of my surreal abstract thoughts is a suffocating slow death

I feel paralyzed, my thoughts scatter

I become inundated with the plainness in the mundane complacency of the everyday.




*Originally posted on my personal blog imisseyjane.wordpress.com*


Published by Missey-Jane