i’m always so tired the life that is so uninspired and in someway small
all i do is dream and dream and dream
about unrealistic situations that will never happen
playing fake scenarios in my head
because my mind and my imagination is how escape this reality
I was rather dream than this because life is far too Exhausting that I’m trying to just escape
here in my mind there is a whole new world and I’m a character and I can control my own destiny
but in reality I have to work and work and work and I don’t think that’s what life is for
About the Creator
dana may
a poet and i do know it
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
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