Illusions captivated by lust, envy, and love
Illusions that will stay hidden ’till the end of time
Illusions created by a much bigger delusional fantasy
Where is the end of it? Is it near? Is there a door that I could open?
And if such door really does exist, would I open it? Would I walk away from it all?
The tears full of sadness and pain, the bottomless emptiness, the unconquerable happiness
Would I walk away from something that equivalences the universe?
If I did walk away, what would happen to my insanity?
What would happen to my loneliness and my wish for belonging?
What would happen to that clean, empty space parallel to my balcony door
where you won’t find a single dust particle,
space where not even insects dare to set foot on,
space created for me, by me.
It’s where I lay when it is dark out and all my demons come out at once
I lay there and look at the sky and wonder about so many things in life
but mainly I think of you.
I always think of you.
I am always thinking about you.
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“Illusions created by a much bigger delusional fantasy” is a very telling line that stood out to me when reading this. The illusion of choice, of control, reality and, dangerously enough, love – that’s something that bears so much weight. The very questioning of such illusions makes this write a beautifully rendered, and brave, one. Great submission 🙂
Thank you