tw: derealization
disconnection // derealization:
the world will discolor.
gray will fill every shadow,
every hue,
every highlight.
distort it in a way i can't see.
erode my senses.
it was scary at first.
the feeling of the world changing from real to not.
but now it's familiar.
comforting almost.
it's always there in the back of my mind.
i am but a slave to derealization.
to the void.
following it's every command,
every order.
this disconnection is nothing but a daily occurrence.
with no way to escape it,
i'll just embrace it.
we'll become one.
i am it and it is me.
i'm not real and neither are you.
is that really so bad?
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
