False Fantasy
When I am inside reading,
All my mind drifts to is how I should be living that story.
When I am outside living that story,
All my mind drifts to is how someone else has already lived that story.
When I read about fantasy,
I think I should return to the crude face of reality.
When I'm in this crude reality,
I think I should let myself indulged into an endless world of fantasy.
I strive to swim up to the horrid face of reality, But I sink down into the warm fantasy bliss.
In the late evenings of summer, my eyes quanked with exhaustion, I used to tell myself,
For every moment you stay awake to dawn in this blissful fantasy, the more you fall into the false reality you create.
I often think to myself,
Do I truly belong here?
But, over the endless fantasy's I get myself lost in,
I've come to learn to say thank you, to everyone, and everything I come across, with every breath I take when I wake in the morning, and my last breath before succumbing to a restless slumber.
I will be thankful,
For when my last breath comes before me.
For all the story's I lost myself in,
And for all the people I've met.
All the things I wrote for myself,
friends, and foes.
For even a mere moment,
I would have felt
That I belonged.
Copyright © Nelson Helwig | Year Posted 2023
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