Sweet melting ice cream Sunrise beamed in blue and pink Snowflakes drizzling, a silent scream Soft pillows for her cheek to sink Scents filling her nose like a sweet stream Lying in her same bed Eyes open but not awake Senseless to her frozen core Not sure if itβs all fake Her reality now a distant dream Memories of the world she made, erased The rainbow sprinkled donut that was her life She couldnβt recognize or taste
Derealization can make someone feel the world and life they built around them is not real, like living in a hazy dream in an unrecognizable place.