I call *******!
Unfortunately that is never the final word.
I call *******, and I'm sure I'm right. Just please don't let it get to me.

Reality is constricting, a vacuum that pulls you down and grounds you.
They tell me my head is in the clouds but they have miscalculated. My head is beyond clouds, the sky and our dimensions. Somewhere it roams never taking a break.
My knees grow weak but my vision is clear, and I fear relying on my sight.
I can feel my body shackled with chains labeled reality.

My heart connected to my body aches, for it resides in the shackles' dominion.
In my head a new heart began growing a long time ago. It's not tangible, I can hardly feel it beating.

The heart in my body brewed with jealousy. It felt illusions of what my other heart feels and longed for a generous gulp to quench its thirst.
My other heart is filled to the brim, and wishes for resolution. It wishes for a truth.

I keep telling myself it's a waste to attach myself to two hearts. Both incomplete, both longing for each other.
I have become greedy, selfish and locked both up.

"I call *******!" screamed the heart in my body.
"Why? Just look how happy you could be." replied the heart in my head.

All night long both hearts sung lullabies, trying to tame each other.
In the end the only closure was the howl my body released when it was torn in half.