Imagine
It’s not just my life anymore.
I share this body.
Her purpose is to allow me to overextend myself.
Like an imaginary friend…
But less childish.
She has a purpose.
She allows me to rest in the fog.
Where I feel safe and restored.
No one asks for real me anyway.
So here I am, becoming a recluse within my own body.
She is imaginary, sure…
But I am willing to share this life, anyway.
And let her take on my memories.
So I can rest, comfortably.
So I can rest, selfishly.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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