By: Thoughtache (Ruffa Mae Madel)
In my dreams where happy endings are temporary;
I live beyond the void somewhere you'll never see.
This is , perhaps, the mystery in this poetry.
To understand my words is how you outsmart me.
In my dreams, I possess nothing but can command everything.
Some aimless efforts because everything is a sure thing.
I don't need words, the words needed me.
And I'm happy just because it makes the ink envy me.
In my dreams, I'm all the adjectives combined.
And there is no adjective if there is no "I".
I weave words and turn them into art,
Words are pretty if it comes from my heart.
In my dreams, the colors seemed so strange to me.
Red doesn't look like how it should be.
If blood is red, then why do I bleed gold?
Is it because I'm the heroine and I am that bold?
In my dreams, there's a thin line between fiction and fantasy.
I then wonder when I should wake up and face reality?
But as I opened my eyes, I saw myself writing.
No need to wake up then, this is Writer's Reality.
