Illusion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Is there a cure for a vivid daydreamer?
Even if there was, I won't take that medicine.
I won't succumb to reality, I don't fit in quite well there. My mind is like a whore house.
There is always something new crawling in it.
Because I'm poor, baby.
All I got is dreams, lies, and words, those are my regular customers.
Things you like to hear and talk about, but can't touch or feel. But in my head, it's all real.
Places I've seen, places I've been.
It's not a scheme, it's just a dream.
I won't even have that, soon. I'll be naked.
I won't have anything to talk about,
my hallucination will become real. How scary is that?
What if I don't like staring at the world from that angle?
What if I'm more in love with the idea of the dream itself?
Guess there's one way to find out...


Submitted: April 29, 2021

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