aura
I often sit up and long to sleep
I do not lack rest
not a tired feeling
but a yearning to dream
a moment to escape the realities
a second to conjure up a new life
my happiest moments spent tirelessly daydreaming
displaying the life I picture myself to have
wishing that I could somehow achieve this…
although the past does not permit change
the present, all the while sitting idly by as life comes to pass
I, but a tiny blip on the worlds spectrum
a single person on a planet filled with 7 billion other beings
feel
so
alone..
so solitary
so singular
so separate
so specifically peculiar
so just me
I dream of a world filled with other me’s
and not to confuse
not to seem magnanimous
but I seem to be the only one who understands me
so for the ease of my soul, i need to be surrounded with what only I can fathom.
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