I'm visualising a daydream that opposes the barrenness of poised bodies,
a daydream of paradise for the unruly mannered,
a daydream in which I love the ones who love me,
a daydream that makes me giggle as I undress and transform into a phoenix so I could stop myself from feeling unhappy,
any daydream to contradict the tackling reality and is awesome to a few alerted readers.
Or I suppose, to a few alerted daydreamers.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
