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