Tranquil dreams

*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM ;)*

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The clouds were speaking to me. They weren't showing me visions, they were making sounds.

The sounds were quiet I could hear whispers. The whispers were scary.

I close my eyes to hear these sounds, not the whispers.

They were no longer sounds...or whispers.

They were echos, quieting down the incredulous voice in my head.

Why am I feeling peace for once?

Did my own battle win for once?

Maybe my fear was proof that my life had acquired ramifications.

I open my eyes and I'm the only one who exists now.

It feels too good to be real, I've never felt real before.

It's scary... feeling real is scary.

I fear the silence too, it's like reconnecting with a friend from many years ago.

Then suddenly you're not alone.

But I never really was alone anyway, I had my own private wars.

The war is my mind.

My mind is my body.

My body can't control my mind, the war.

My body feels defeated already.

Skepticism plays in my mind, however.

I can't explain it to anyone, or else I'm crazy.

Though, how can some so heartlessly declare that...

~That voice was never really there?

I must be going insane.

No wonder I do not make people comfortable,

I am a mirror~

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While reading my pieces, I want to incorporate music into my writing!

Side note: I don't have schizophrenia; I had a close friend who battled it.

Thank you for reading!! :D