my sighs grow heavier and heavier
as my distaste
for this reality
grows faster and faster.
i wish that this was not all there was.
i wish i could tame seas,
sit atop mountains;
submerge myself in the deepest of jungles
and stumble in the most eerie of winter forests.
i wish i could experience things that
reality
so harshly limits,
i wish i could fly
free and far,
i wish there was more to thislife
than what was bestowed.
for in this life,
i crave more.
i want more.
i wish for more.
more than any reality could ever give to me.
so i lay raging.
resourceless and confused.
