No existance,
No figure,
Silhouette,
Outline of a body.
No features,
No lines fighting the yearning for time to be rewound.
No physical attraction,
Love of the color of her eyes,
The shape of his lips,
His shadow in the sun,
Her tearstained cheeks that seem to beg for a kiss,
The touch of his fingertips
Against her golden skin.
Emotional,
The heart beating beyond
Everything we want to believe is there,
Everything we can't see,
But need to,
None-the-less,
To stay sane.
So we sleep,
Dream,
When reality stands still,
In all its glory,
Its entirety,
Its flood freezing over,
Giving us time to reflect
On what could,
What might,
What should,
What will be washed away,
Tiny bits of debris
Remaining in our polluted lives
Till we wake up
And ask ourselves if things are the same,
Or if we somehow made a difference.
If we somehow found the crack between the wall
Separating Real and Fake.
But what is Real?
Couldn't our lives as we know them
Be a single dream?
Then we fall in love,
The silhouettes reappear,
The curtains open and the sun
Breaks in,
Rewires the security system,
Hopes the alarm won't sound.
It's then,
When our hearts crawl out of our
Kaliedoscopes,
The shapes halted in motion,
Blurred visions as
What we can't see,
What we need to,
None-the-less,
To survive,
Comes in contact with the light,
Shines in all of its existance,
For those few moments
When the clock's second hand
Repeats its tick-tick sound,
But never moves.
It's then,
When our hearts float back inside
Our minds,
Our bodies,
Our souls,
With such grace,
That we realize
Our love is no longer so pure.
Our minds take over,
Shield our hearts from the fact that
We're loving for the wrong reasons,
And the reality of which
We can't see it,
We won't let ourselves,
Is more than what we have the
Strength to face.
Maybe this life is a dream,
A type of reincarnation.
We live,
Laugh,
Love,
Grow,
Die.
Then we wake,
Have a horrible day,
Sleep,
Dream.
The life of a world.
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