when i do this. eyes closed and the music so loud you can't even hear your own thoughts i begin to see. i see more than when i had my eyes open. this sensation of a temporary bliss is pumping through my veins like heroin. i imagine everything i had and everything i wish to be. these things i see they are happy. my father and i walking on golden streets, you and me not fighting but uniting into one again, and sky full of endless possibilities. it's all there just for me until i open my eyes. reality begins to sink in again. it weighs down on the philosophical shoulders of my mind like gravity. selfish, yes i am. i'm sorry for wanting better. now i just face myself in the mirror asking me, "why do you keep lying to yourself?"
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
