Shorts

A figment

I spend most of my life in front of a mirror asking if anybody can hear. There's nothing but fear inside of there; we dance around one another in a box created for two of one guy.
Spending time in my head, because of what they have said.

The voices get loud, their pretty proud of what they've done within themselves. It's loud here and it gets hard to hear what's going on, but we don't care about what on the outside of this reality. It's obviously placed here to keep us together.

Outside of this reality is nothing but a blank space. Inside of this paradise is nothing but a world you can create from your own mind. Constantly running from the same guy just to circle back.

It's obvious they we're supposed to meet especially if they talk about the same circle of reality. I think they have me in a chair again all I know is it will never end; a infinite reality of rendering beings.

It's only right to talk about what you've experienced in reality's like these. They have been placed here for us to create. "There's so much to see if you just spend some time outside" this piece of glass I can bring with me everywhere I go and continue to bring new creations to this world with words.