My body and soul are just connected
to this world we called reality!
This can't be the truth!
To me it is still unclear!
Questions inside my head are ringing the bells and answers needed!
Like why i see hidden things
that i only can see?
Humans, buildings, ghosts, giants and dragons
Orks, trolls and elves or even the dwarves of khazad-dum
Angels and devils...
Wherever i go! i see what is real tied with what is supposed to be unreal!
Are they real?
I can't touch or sense it! But for sure my ears can hear, my eyes can see!
But it is nothing fearful!
I feel i belong to
I got used to

i talk like a blinding light
  i shoot my opinions out like rockets
not asking, “do you want to hear it?”
   and i hate my voice as much as myself
            and i hate my opinions
hate my face
hate my bones
hate the way i’m obsessed with you
hate the way i’m clueless around clusters of stable fairies
hate the silence when i want to speak
hate my tongue
hate my clothes
hate my beliefs
hate my friendships
hate that i hate my friendships
hate the way i crave laughter
hate the way i ruin moments
hate the rawness of emotions
hate when i run into doorways
hate awkwardness when i can’t hear a word
hate waiting
hate the way the sun shines like a bullet
hate the social interaction
hate everything
          but i don’t hate the boldness
  the flavor that you bring me
         cause before i ate warheads
    and called them sweet like the only word in my dictionary
    but now i’m indulging in candy
  it tastes so bittersweet
             because i didn’t know anyone could love me like i wasn’t a disease
    like i wasn’t an ant to step on
    or a watermelon seed to spit out
                           and i thank you
      because it’s almost been a year
     and you make me hate myself a little less.

A child’s daydreams;
They come, then, go,
They crystalize,
Then melt, like snow.

The young child plays;
She knows no troubles,
Her daydreams drift,
Like clouds of bubbles.

Her life, so simple now,
No stress, no strife,
May this remain so,
The whole of her life.

Daydreams are dynamic
Creative imagination
Colorful thoughts
float and dance
they really have
some super ideas
So can we please
place them in the now
Come on let's get it done
Let's get going
Let's put them on paper
Let's let them come out
to play and dance
Come to be
Maybe then we will
feel at least not just a
daydreamer ....
© Jennifer DeLong 🦏
3/2021

The distance you imagine is your utopia. It’s not a window, it’s two people dancing under the large tree behind the abandoned farmhouse, daydreamer, you can’t help but feel drawn to the window of dreams. It is Your escape the more you look the more you feel. The more you dream the more you can taste it, you press the repeat button to make-out the few moments of your dream, in advance when I rudely interrupt you, and you can’t go back to dreaming, that was it fantasizer, so savour your last few minutes of befuddling into space. see you soon, daydreamer, when you’re dreaming of me again.

Your ideas of grandeur
Don't do you any favors
And if anything they only hinder.

Reality poking holes
In the big picture
You imagined;
Making it only
Half as great as you thought.

Sometimes I wish I could fight
The escapist in me.

The part of me
living off of daydreams.
Shooting the stars into my veins
Like straight ******.

Creating bigger and bigger ideas
Because the starry night makes us feel like the world is so big and expansive that maybe someone like you could be destined to change it all.

My, my...
How wrong you are.

You're such a small insignificant speck that the universe would swallow you whole and not even think twice about it.

But you keep dreamin'..
Because we both know you'd never survive without that at least.