What's my reality?
A question that litters my brain constantly.
Is my reality the set existence in front of me,
or is it the fantasy I live in my head?
I live a life that I'd rather not,
but inside of me there's another existence thriving.
My thoughts are the only place I feel safe,
but also the only place I feel danger.
Reality lies somewhere beyond.
It's almost as if my set existence were to end and
the rest of me would continue on.
STAI LEGGENDO
An endless abyss
PoesiaJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.
