by Arcassin Burnham

contagiously engaging,
locking myself away through my eyes,
into a world unreal,
beautiful roses , pinks and blues,
I have the sleeping while rolling out
a lost list of philosophie blues,
you choose,
cause into this unreal world,
it could end in a matter of seconds,
my heart is saddened by that short delay,
of holding my exes hand again,
or spending mother and son time,
ended,
so sleeping for me is not a good thing.