My Reality

 

Its sucks when you cry from the inside out and tears don't reflect what your going through.

No one else can see you drown not even you but you can feel a presence come over you as normal breathing turns into gasps of final memories. 

The only people that can help save me cant because the heated desert mirage their life as if a folktale is the truth....un-withered trees. 

A day for me is just not a day to be called a day.

A day for me is called space...feelings and object with no set place.

Gravity pulls at what's left of a feeling, items so close in site but impossible to reach because how can you fight gravity and move where you please?  

Definitions being rewritten and ripped on imaginary sheets to define what sanity means in a mind of insane thoughts.