I’ve asked myself a million times,
is this it?
I drown out the echo of that thought,
not wanting to hear it
To hear it means to face the answer
Reality is too harsh for me
I found my soul is happier between the pages of a book
Words are my escape
Yet I do not wish to leave my world,
for I’ve found beauty in its most simple things
You cannot tell me it’s lost its charm
when clouds look like cotton candy
There are orange sunsets that feel like fire
and an earthy smell that comes with rain
Laughing stars wink at me from the heavens
and then there’s the affection that wind gives the trees
There’s no such thing as a mundane moment
not when you’re in love with all that surrounds you
Today, I learned I’m selfish
I want both
But putting these two things together
would require magic- a thing that does not exist
How do I find that place where I can have everything?
Where do I go to obtain this relief?
I sit in my living room contemplating,
staring out the window as cars pass on the street
My coffee has gone untouched for a while
cold now as I sink deeper into this reverie
I watch as birds fly by in a flurry,
waiting for the answer to come to me
Ah, I know
Sleep
Perhaps I’ll find fulfillment in my dreams