Mindless

The days slip by in a mindless horror. All so much the same. So bland despite the constant excitement happening right in front of me. The tears hide behind my glassy eyes, caused by exhaustion and regret the shouldn't be there. And while the real world is only a blurry reality, my mind is my new one. It is there I create my stories and think of the home I've so long forgotten. I can't release myself from my mind in fear of the little world I hold onto by tender threads will shatter like glass. That's just how painfully fragile my mind and heart have become. I walk through the days like the ghost of a lost soul, a sparrow that can no longer sing. Only when I close my eyes can I see the truth shine through, as I push away thoughts of the outside world that pierce through me. And no matter how deeply I shrink into myself, creating wondrous tales that fight an endless battle against reality, the truth is plain and simple; I have lost my will, myself, and right alongside it, my heart.