I read a story about escaping today
On the phone that never leaves my side
On the phone that makes me feel self-conscious with out its presence
I read a story about skipping moments
And their baggage of lifetimes
Just jumping to a present anticipated
Not existed through
Not experienced or felt
Imagine this
Imagine a whirlwind and its center
Imagine it gilded
Imagine their being a portal in the middle
And a thin gravel road to its gate
Why is it guilded?
Because anticipations are glittery
They make us reach out with our subconscious
They make us want what we'd never need when we're sane
When reality binds us in its grip
But these are the times when veracity isn't a problem
For we are imagining
With fantasies perfected through countless school hours
Where we killed tiny bits if ourselves everyday
The "where did we go wrong"'s speeches by the parents
The gentle but sadly condescending gazes of therapists
All that paved the way to a meticulous solitude
we learned how to be without being
And to exist in the oblivion
Where us and "our world" are at a frightening precision
So I read a story about omitting Everything in between
On the phone that never leaves my side
And so I found the source of the story and removed it
I live for the anticipated moments
For unexpected flashes of happiness
For the unforeseen events that changes bits and pieces of our lives
For the unanticipated love strangers make me feel
For the pain that reminds me i'm only human
Everything I couldn't skip for the sake of living