For the longest time now,
I’ve felt like an angry stranger
when facing most of the world
which exists outside of my head
I have lived lives apart from reality
while within the sanctity
of my hopeful imagination
And I’ve considered killing myself
when the pathetic fact of what I’d become
was no longer deniable;
that the most exciting moments
of my most average days
were all fiction —
nothing but stories I’d read aloud
in the silence of my thoughts
to keep myself engaged
in the unenviable monotony
of this ordinary...
Published on March 05, 2024 06:04