Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Pages
The world around me is enveloped by pages,
The world turns to dust, under my gaze,
It’s all a great vanishing act,
The world my stage.
My goal?
To set foot into the world way beyond our own,
Past this stage and into something similar,
Though never the same.
I slip through the cracks, the surface,
No one can see me there, hear me there, touch me there,
Though I'm there, I'm there every second...
Every second in a world other than my own.
That world is everything, mine, could ever thrive to be,
So strange and unwicked... I lose myself,
Until the pages fall silent and my world ends.
Note To Self:
no one will save you...
...no one but yourself.
so.. get up and fight the war you started!
reminisced;
- 12:25 AM