Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Dreams

I bleed ink

Paint is so deeply embedded under my fingernails that they are perpetually purple

My mind is never at rest

Even in sleep, I can see the faces of the people I've made up

Hear the words of my stories

I build palaces out of words in my mind only for them to crumble under the weight of a timeclock

I sit at a desk in a room with no windows

Where not even the sun herself can illuminate my gloom

The walls the blandest shade of beige

I wear colorless pantsuits with sword pendant around my neck

To remind me of the worlds I create as an escape from the real one

My hair toned down

Slicked back

My curls hidden because they are unprofessional

Nothing here reminds me of me

This place is not where I belong

Not in this place without laughter and color

Where they laugh at my music and play elevator tunes for hours on end

I lose myself a lot at my desk

In this mind prison

I slowly feel the joy being leached out of me

I can't do anything about it though

This is the reality and my mind is just full of nonsense

Full of dreams