Humen

Daydreaming again, it happens everyday. Visions of antique brass and ruby slippers are often ruptured by a sway.

I often get lost in my thoughts. I wish I could focus more, as my bruised imagination has led me to so much loss.

I wish I could savor all of the precious and small moments in this life. But most days, I can’t even seem to remember what that is like.

My daydreams continuing around the world, much like how they did before. Perhaps daydreaming isn’t as bad as it seems.

“Forget the real world!”, the children sang. For often, it fails you in every way.

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