Reality is distorted in so many places
times & places where
the world feels odd,
outside of what is real,
they seem like
the world has ended
you're stood as
the only one left
everyone else is gone
little cul-de-sacs or just housed areas
early in the morning or
late at night
take your pick
those are especially odd
all the time that people have spent
in their perfect little worlds
their little homes
you can never really know what does on
behind those front doors
the time period of 1-5 am
isolated in your room
as the rest of your timezone sleeps
as the rest of your little world sleeps
you are awake & breathing
you are awake & living
it is all odd, so odd
that all of these people
can be so sound asleep yet you
can be so awake
buildings dedicated to knowledge & development
people's lives work culminating in buildings
with rooms & rooms
of peoples inner thoughts & ramblings
part of my would love to be one of those people
that little, selective group
of successful ramblers
wandering those stacks of ramblings
late, late, late in the night
running your fingers along the spines
so many combinations of 26 letters
so many words, so many emotions
all on pages & pages of paper
they say "a leopard never changes his spots"
but they also believe that people can change
you need to give them a chance
let them be surrounded
by this knowledge & development
all of these books
the writings of people long dead
and those who never lived to begin with
shut up behind walls
writing & writing to stay sane
the culmination of their hard work,
a book, left on a shelf
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Collection of the dark days
PoesiaWarning these will be either depressing or uplifting. Read at your own discretion