The Skeleton With a Crown

Unreality

If I was big enough to hold the ocean in a cup, id drink it up and grimace at the salty taste that lingers in the back of my throat.

Id leave the empty desert left with all the creatures id never met before to sit with their thoughts and suffocate.

I could crunch on the lost boats of sailors and famous shipwrecks.

Id stare and swirl the ocean before taking another sip, causing a tsunami above my tongue.

If I was big enough to hold the ocean in a cup, I could use the stars as contacts for my eyes.

I could swallow the salt and see brighter than ever before. My voice would boom throughout galaxies and break open every metal door that it used to bounce off of.

This is why i enjoy the lack of reality. I know theres a real word of course. One everyone uses. Its not my word.

I enjoy unreality. Unreality wisks me away ignoring the one fact that holds me back.

I Am Not Big Enough To Hold The Ocean In A Cup.