A Pathway

I close my eyes
Ripping out what called reality
As they shatter in the centre of my thoughts
Tagging it’s pieces with names
Leaving a chopped paint of haze

While I’m drowning into my own space
My ghost-ic world.
Numb -seems fair

Where everything is so real
-yet is not-
So beautiful in it’s details
it’s pureness.

Eclipsing my mind
A dose of paradise served to my soul

Pathetically spectacular.

but then it goes
I’m awake now.


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