by Erin Jones

I live in some lapse between the real world and my own.
Everything beyond the here and now and what I see is nonexistent to me.
I would rather not know if it will keep me happy.
It doesn’t necessarily matter what is really reality because I can keep pretending.
Where most would accept things as they are, I simply deny their existence.
Don’t emblazon things before me and stop me from pretending.
This is one of those epiphanies that make me really think I’m crazy.
He has no idea what to do now because I just feed him silence.
But what can a person really do when he has crushed someone’s reality?
A reality so carefully hanging by the smallest thread has been destroyed by the simplest of words.

The biggest issue with denying oneself the truth of reality
Is the fact that when the smallest piece is brought to life
It becomes disfigured and distorted into this monstrosity
Something so far from that which it had begun
It has become the end of my reality


Posted on 02/13/2011
Copyright © 2020 Erin Jones

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