An Introduction- Again

There’s a quote that says,

“Sometimes life is risking everything

For a dream no one else can see.”

I cling so closely to it’s message

Yet despise it even more.

I want to believe

That I can obtain my dreams

But I know it’s not realistic.

Although I’m often unrealistic.

Dreaming of things I know can never be true.

But still hoping, wishing that they were.

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I bury myself in worlds I create because it’s

Easier than living in this one.

Because I can make them exactly how I want.

I can sculpt, mold and refine.

They are the biggest part of me.

Yet no one sees them.

They are the pieces of me

That sit idle on the shelf.

The pieces I can’t share easily.

The pieces no one understands.

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I live and breathe a fantasy.

That I yearn for to be true.

Everyone has their own fantasy,

And yet somehow they all can come back from it

So easily.

Floating down like a feather,

Still able to distinguish the difference

Between reality and make believe.

I come crashing down like a bowling ball,

Suddenly aware of how ridiculous I am.

Yet still unable to focus on the blurred line between

What’s real

And what’s not.

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-The Splintered Pencil