two realities
i've never been so high before that i felt stuck between two different realities, imprinted upon blank pages. lost and unaware of my name, needing an emotional connection to draw me back to where i am and what tomorrow is. not until today, that is.
when you're that high it's like you know everything but nothing is real.
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
