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Apr 2014
I have two wondrous little switches,
One by each ear.
I turn them to off
And my world becomes clear.
I'm transported to a place,
Inside my head,
Hidden and locked away.
Where sounds
And face expressions
Are meaningless, lost.
Face expressions take on new meaning,
Angry, loving or smiling?
I look into these faces
And I ask myself:
Just what are these ears hiding?

I live in binary worlds
One with sound,
And the other without.
One is normal,
Mouths silently moving,
Sounds muffled and distance,
Words dancing from my reach.
The other, dragons abound.

This is my own world
Built with my rules,
And my imagination.
Myself and myself only.
I am the king and the queen;
The prince and the princess;
The sun in the sky
And the flame in the darkness.
I am the evil wizard,
And the mage of light.

This my own place,
My own place to escape to.
My oasis and serenity.
No more misunderstanding,
No more rejection,
Pain and hurt.
This is how I am different,
Different from you.
TaciturnPhantom
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TaciturnPhantom  Britain
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