I see you stare inwards, alone...
in a place where someone else's words can't hurt you
and you will not grow angry.
In my dreams I often have no name
and hands are just an assumption.
In my dreams I climb stairs of houses
that build themselves forever upwards,
where forests grow from wood paneling
and are caught in autumn forever.
You are there sometimes but when I awake
I know you've been there,
forever breathing life into the imaginary.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
ParanormalThe thing I crave the most sends most people crying to their mothers in hopes of finding relief. It even forces the toughest of men to their knees, yet I welcome it with open arms. It is what humans fear the most, but most importantly, it's what is...
