My parasocial fantasy,
spotlight on you.
And all I saw
was everything you had.
Everything you had
was all I could see.
I liked the way
you looked at me.
Too good to ever be mine,
too big to fit inside my life.
You were gigantic in my mind
until I finally saw your picture.
You’re not the person in my head.
The thing that kept me alive
for seven months
wasn’t you.
Is it my fault?
Did I exaggerate you,
or did you exaggerate yourself?
I can’t tell the difference anymore.
Back away, back away.
I’m running from you,
from myself, from myself.
Running from me,
from you, from you.
Reality line crossed again.
Dreams feel real
and reality feels fake.
We’re the same, we’re different.
A mirror
and a projector.
My mind filled
every empty space,
and now it’s all undoing
on its own.
Masks are falling
one by one.
A mirror
and a projector.
My dreams reflected
the person you already were.
Every blank space
my brain completed for you.
But slowly,
everything unravels by itself,
and who you are
starts showing through.
When you notice me pulling away,
you push yourself
back into my sight.
You do the things
I always wanted,
wrong way,
wrong time.
But now I’ve seen it.
I can’t pretend
I didn’t.
Why won’t you
just let me go?
Why can’t I
just like you and leave?
Am I just another piece
inside your machine?
What are you checking
over your shoulder for?
I can feel myself
inside your head.
Is it your ego,
or are you just insecure?
Reality line crossed again.
Dreams feel real
and reality feels fake.
We’re the same, we’re different.
A mirror
and a projector.
My mind filled
every empty space,
and now it’s all undoing
on its own.
Masks are falling
one by one.
A mirror
and a projector.
(too Jung, too Jung)
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
My parasocial fantasy,
spotlight on you.
And all I saw
was everything you had.
Everything you had
was all I could see.
I liked the way
you looked at me.
Too good to ever be mine,
too big to fit inside my life.
You were gigantic in my mind
until I finally saw your picture.
You’re not the person in my head.
The thing that kept me alive
for seven months
wasn’t you.
Is it my fault?
Did I exaggerate you,
or did you exaggerate yourself?
I can’t tell the difference anymore.
Back away, back away.
I’m running from you,
from myself, from myself.
Running from me,
from you, from you.
Reality line crossed again.
Dreams feel real
and reality feels fake.
We’re the same, we’re different.
A mirror
and a projector.
My mind filled
every empty space,
and now it’s all undoing
on its own.
Masks are falling
one by one.
A mirror
and a projector.
My dreams reflected
the person you already were.
Every blank space
my brain completed for you.
But slowly,
everything unravels by itself,
and who you are
starts showing through.
When you notice me pulling away,
you push yourself
back into my sight.
You do the things
I always wanted,
wrong way,
wrong time.
But now I’ve seen it.
I can’t pretend
I didn’t.
Why won’t you
just let me go?
Why can’t I
just like you and leave?
Am I just another piece
inside your machine?
What are you checking
over your shoulder for?
I can feel myself
inside your head.
Is it your ego,
or are you just insecure?
Reality line crossed again.
Dreams feel real
and reality feels fake.
We’re the same, we’re different.
A mirror
and a projector.
My mind filled
every empty space,
and now it’s all undoing
on its own.
Masks are falling
one by one.
A mirror
and a projector.
(too Jung, too Jung)