Tuesday, November 29, 2011

On An Open Ended Book Shelf

I tried to climb climb climb out of this world
The reality is better in my mind
The only truth I need
I can find in sleep
In escaping through the universe's cracks

She never really truly deeply believed
That the sky was blue
Says it's just a trick of the light
Playing with your eyes
She'd prefer to let the fantasy die

My open wound
A thousand tiny cuts
Through my thoughts
A delicate balance
Between caring
And forsaking
Between living
and escaping
Whether to capitalize
and lower case yourself

Shimmering once.
A blue cascade of light
The reality is better in my mind.


Kitty Moore said...

That's beautiful and sad and melancholy..and, for reasons I can't define, it made me cry.

A Beer for the Shower said...

Good stuff, man. Not sure why, but it puts me in mind of the Tardis, from Dr. Who. That's a good thing.

TS Hendrik said...

@Kitty, thank you. It's always nice to hear from you.

@Beer, You've paid me quite a compliment as I'm big Doctor Who fan.

Pat Tillett said...

"The reality is better in my mind"
It always is my friend. Always...