I tried;
I tried avoiding myself.
I tried;
i tried burying myself in books.
focusing on the mysterious, mythical creatures
feeling like i was part of the pack,
imagining what it would be like to run with the wolves.
pounding paws, beating heart
a fictional dream that i was well aware of.
i tried;
i tried forgetting about who i am.
I tried;
i tried running away from my reality.
focusing on the now
not attempting to lift my nose from my world of a million words,
a million pages and a million and one dreams.
I tried,
I tried putting it off.
I tried,
i tried procrastinating the findings of the basis of my existence.
The truth is that magic and Imagination isn't the same as reality.
I still love books, i still love to float in the suspense of world of a million words,
a million pages and a million dreams but now;
i try,
i try to read myself too.
i try,
i try to live in my own world of a million thoughts while still
enjoying the world of a million words and the combination couldn't
be any weirder and you know what?
that's what i love most about it.
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POETRY
PoetryAs the days come and go... the sun turns into the moon and like a withered flower i am feeling low. -so filled with the fear of going too soon. for that i fill the earth with the words from my mind so that ages from now someone may find- and forev...
