Feelings

May it only be a dream... composed in one.

Nightmares shaking inside me.

I drown myself so deeply, where the water begins to reap.

I love to hold you, to feel you, but who are you? 

Where are you? 

Why aren’t you here with me?

Why so distant? 

Why haven’t I met you?

You don’t exist.

My imagination.

Stringing myself in my realms of pure intensity.

An ocean on fire ...

A war with no winning ...

A person with no belonging ...

A rage with no fist ...

Suppressed, inner rage, inner love, inner hate, inner sadnesses, inner longing, inner numbness, inner cold, inner emptiness.

Inner distractions...

I face them all at once.

Inner wisdom...

An old soul living in a fake world.

Take me out of here.