Focusing on stuff I'm unaware, a distraction misleading
One's fantasy causing illusion to one's own reality
Surrounding it, deeply, as it amends to our beliefs
Changing despite whatever I actually see
Feels like mockery
Confusions easily angering me
Perplexed yet still focused on something mentally
If only it was possible to reach
To remark something I can agree
Hoping for company
Desperate and inspiring
Like stars that are aligning
Contstellations to be precise
Breathtaking how they rise
How they glimmer in the night
While satisfying the naked eye
Picture and witness the things you adore
Like dolphins maybe near the shore
And remember to settle down
Rather than drowning under the frown
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quite cheesy, I know
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Poe
PoetryJust some thoughts I have expressed through writing and occasionally also simply brainstorming to see what comes. Figuring out plots and stories I fantasise and try progressing them any way possible.
