Would it ever occur to you that I do not exist? That I am but an intangible object etched into your mind like a deceased barren parasite searching for its' host...did you ever stop and wonder what would happen if you realised this? That I am but a form of imagination. That at the snap of an echoed finger the world I lay with you could easily disappear with no chance of ever returning.
Ive realised this, Ive considered every possible aspect of this and I dare say that I do not like the idea one bit. I could not imagine a life without you, it strickens the very deep set caverns of my soul and knocks at the subconcious nooks of my mind. Yes worlds would dissappear...lives would change...you could leave this padded cell if I were to choose to snap my finger. But... I like having you around , you're an intoxicating host of unmeasurable desire...
One often thinks that if I were to depart, that you'd be more engrossed into insanity than before. Yes..tis hard to think of a sustainable solution...but for now I shall stay.
Shall we return to our world amongst the cloudy padded cells ? Even yet...lets play a game...
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