Quiet hidden place in my mind) Hidden

When real is too much

I run away here

You’ll never know I left, looks can be deceiving

Here I am the ruler so to say, loved by all, cherished

But, What’s not to love, every thing and one are my equals

In this made up universe I’ve crafted

Mine is no more valuable than yours

Here, peace I find

What then takes me back?

Why don’t I choose to stay?

It’s not FOMO as I never have, nor ever will have that feeling as I don’t care

Among only what I can imagine

My story, The stories I create calm my nerves and build my confidence

My armor against the unknown

Again, why don’t I stay?mm

What is so important the unreal looses to the real

Must mean I’m not totally insane yet as I can dip my toes in yet stay out

It’s not like “there” I’m with hobbits or off to see the wizard

I am amongst what I know, what’s familiar

Do I know when, like time frame familiar happened

No, but that I suppose is what keeps me coming back or bouncing

Betwixt them

No magic

No smoke and mirrors

I run away here to avoid the you I don’t like

I love you but parts I don’t like

The loud drunken you, while at times can be fun

Taken to extremes, or too often, becomes abundantly clear I need to steer clear

Collisions will occur and if taken wrong

Can create a slide, mud, shit, bullshit, whatever

Ultimately a shit show, chocolate mess

Heidi Talbott

2023

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