There is a clear separation I've seen between Lies and imagination That area in the middle I found not empty It's there that hopes, Dreams and wishful thinking Do their best to save me.
The birth of a thought Made to play On my mind's eye screen Always private showings Has gray matter paints the scene Of a life less alone Kissing smiles and so much sunshine Lives another version of me He is counterweighted balanced Though she remains faceless This only compliments And they are so trusting One always lifting one always holding Accepting and content such Bliss My missing picture perfect Inside weeping I admit I want this Even when this is longing A foolish thought forbidden wish Lost and thought found damaged A thought played then it ended and then it ended
The cool dark around me Nothing but my inward light Sightless I am in a state Safe. Wrapped in... This. All that permeates is sound Of life and living of outside This blanket of solitude My own weaving by design To feel less. To numb away An afterthought perhaps Occasionally recalled by others memory