derealization
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Specks of dust in light
Like falling stars,
Comforting on the worst of nights.
In the headlights of oncoming cars,
Or the dull streetlamp glow.
Moths tremble soft wings,
I am plucking my feathers again.
You say it's a stress response.
Maybe one day I'll pluck enough of them
that my mind won't fly away anymore.
I'll be grounded here with you.
Is it the false seeping through the cracks of truth,or streams of truth in an ocean of false. Criss-crosses of evil caging humanity...making it barely visible except,at those when it counts the most, Or humanity wrapping the chains of evil, hiding
my mind is an airplane
when is it going to land?
searching in the sky for life's biggest question
when is it going to end?
the cause of this is like
stars bursting in the night
impoding to escape from reality
stuck in a natural galaxy
I had lost sence of reality.
You were there to comfort me.
Because I love you I could cope with my sanity.
I had lost so much hope in humanity.
Imagine waking up not knowing if you are awake.
I am a puppetcontrolled by a soul that is who I wasI feel as creaky as an old wood,covered in skinsheets of tiger like skin with endless scars that screams sin
My chest is caving in,
But there's nothing besides the weight of a t-shirt
Against my skin,
Yet my chest is heavy.
And I must have been impaled with a bullet
Because there's blood draining from my heart,
A friendly face,
for friends and family,
naive grins, boisterous laughs,
plastered across their visage.
A familiar fellow,
warm, kind, and blithe,
never a stranger, or visitor,
