I see you so much in my dreams..
You're the perfect human being for me It seems.
I imagine you at gym on the benches doing nothing.
I imagine your drift, that mysterious sense of safety.
If I had a choice I would reduce myself just like you, like the wind and the karmic energy that surrounds us.
You lift me up when I'm depressed when I'm with you I feel no stress.
No worries come to mind, Not even thoughts that I often space out of.
You really are something I said, but you are all in my mind..
But I'm cool with It as I am all that you need.. I said.
When I'm with you I take my mask off, I party like crazy and I'm happy all day.
How do you do it? I asked..
There was no reply, but that beautiful smile.
I see so much hope in you but you are lighter than the fabric of reality.
I don't understand.. my imagination is powerful.. my imagination is real.
What's the purpose of the real world when there's tons more to seek through the afterlife of our imagination.
That pulsation of energy is nothing I've experienced In the real world. You make me do things I've never done before..
You are the seductive artwork in my mind, you transform as you wish, and this illusive world changes with that.
Why should I feel insecure,heart broken and an outcast when there's no limit and an eternity In this afterlife.
I wish to spend forever with you..
I don't wish to seek death upon me, Death is a myth in this fantasy..
Just look at what I can do in this experience, I can be whoever I want..
I can eat without even gaining a pound.
I shred off of it like fire...
There is no strongholds in this eternity of pleasure.
But wait... If I end It all now and be with you, would I ever know what happened to my ancestors, Is death true reality?
We will never know..
But I'm suffering when I witness your beauty, I can't decide.. I want to stay but I'm curious about our real true ending.
Are we as humans an accident, is everything we see just our unconsciousness?
Is there truly nothing after death, am I wasting time even thinking about a destructive toxic world which Is our real fate when I can live peacefully with you.
I'm scared but curious of death.. I know its true.
But I'd rather give up those answers for you..
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Clarity
PoetryMy digital book/poem "Clarity" Is about people and outwardly experiences, dreams and wants all In a poem.