In my head at least I’m somewhere else far away from here I think
The grass under my feet is a dark green and it feels soft
Though I struggle to feel it at all only if I really focus on the wanting
It’s dark black consumes everything in the distance but I can see clearly what is there to see
I’m surrounded by broken stone I don’t know what it used to be
There are guesses that I’ve made but I’m content not to know in the end
The moss that covers the marble is pleasing in itself and I am comfortable here
But not everything is broken and crumbled  
Statues of angels are forming a circle around me
Wings sprouting from their back and there’s a part of me that wishes I was them
But something is wrong it’s the kind of thing that tickles the back of your mind at times and itches at others
Their eyes are closed and I feel like even inside the confines of my own mind
I am constantly reminded that the safety that I’ve found isn’t real
No one is watching over me the reality is that I am alone
But there is one who despite having her hands covering her face I can almost swear she’s peering through to me
And it makes me wonder how alone I really am after all
When I yell into the darkness is my voice received
Am I creating thoughts that land in someone else’s head after all
I still feel like I’m watching giants walk most days
But I still refer back to my insides where it seems someone has embedded themselves
I wonder if you’re still there or if it’s just my mind after all
Does any amount of screaming incline stone angels to open their eyes or am I losing myself
~W.C.