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[poetry]
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Nothing Else Compares
I float into the room and immediately sense the atmosphere change. Security. I sit down and feel the happy buzz around me and feel once again safe. Asylum and persecution fills my head, a voice so far off yet it invades my mind, and, unwillingly, I surrender to it. Somehow this is different, I can sense everything in the room, I could walk around the room with my eyes shut and avoid the furniture. I sense the rest of the place around me, although I can’t feel it, it’s not a part of me.
And then I see light through the end of the pen where the ink has run to the other end, and I see a bright summers day through the glass doors at the end of the room, and everything is clear but happily blurred like the photo.
New words bearing new meanings, a masquerade, fills my head. A hare having lost a precious jewel somewhere, a mystery, leads me to thinking about fish.
The music plays on.
Alienated, I stare at the wood before me. Or plastic, pretending to be wood. Badly. Confusion is there, yet the satisfaction also present cancels it out, leaving me empty but happy. Not wanting to lose the serenity, I stay with it. Cling on to the present, afraid of the future and having forgotten the past, it’s the best way to be. Wait, didn’t I have three? Ah yes, it’s higher up.
Hannah
ForgottenNothing Else Compares
I float into the room and immediately sense the atmosphere change. Security. I sit down and feel the happy buzz around me and feel once again safe. Asylum and persecution fills my head, a voice so far off yet it invades my mind, and, unwillingly, I surrender to it. Somehow this is different, I can sense everything in the room, I could walk around the room with my eyes shut and avoid the furniture. I sense the rest of the place around me, although I can’t feel it, it’s not a part of me.
And then I see light through the end of the pen where the ink has run to the other end, and I see a bright summers day through the glass doors at the end of the room, and everything is clear but happily blurred like the photo.
New words bearing new meanings, a masquerade, fills my head. A hare having lost a precious jewel somewhere, a mystery, leads me to thinking about fish.
The music plays on.
Alienated, I stare at the wood before me. Or plastic, pretending to be wood. Badly. Confusion is there, yet the satisfaction also present cancels it out, leaving me empty but happy. Not wanting to lose the serenity, I stay with it. Cling on to the present, afraid of the future and having forgotten the past, it’s the best way to be. Wait, didn’t I have three? Ah yes, it’s higher up.
Hannah
Forgotten
Nothing Else Compares
I float into the room and immediately sense the atmosphere change. Security. I sit down and feel the happy buzz around me and feel once again safe. Asylum and persecution fills my head, a voice so far off yet it invades my mind, and, unwillingly, I surrender to it. Somehow this is different, I can sense everything in the room, I could walk around the room with my eyes shut and avoid the furniture. I sense the rest of the place around me, although I can’t feel it, it’s not a part of me.
And then I see light through the end of the pen where the ink has run to the other end, and I see a bright summers day through the glass doors at the end of the room, and everything is clear but happily blurred like the photo.
New words bearing new meanings, a masquerade, fills my head. A hare having lost a precious jewel somewhere, a mystery, leads me to thinking about fish.
The music plays on.
Alienated, I stare at the wood before me. Or plastic, pretending to be wood. Badly. Confusion is there, yet the satisfaction also present cancels it out, leaving me empty but happy. Not wanting to lose the serenity, I stay with it. Cling on to the present, afraid of the future and having forgotten the past, it’s the best way to be. Wait, didn’t I have three? Ah yes, it’s higher up.
Hannah
ForgottenNothing Else Compares
I float into the room and immediately sense the atmosphere change. Security. I sit down and feel the happy buzz around me and feel once again safe. Asylum and persecution fills my head, a voice so far off yet it invades my mind, and, unwillingly, I surrender to it. Somehow this is different, I can sense everything in the room, I could walk around the room with my eyes shut and avoid the furniture. I sense the rest of the place around me, although I can’t feel it, it’s not a part of me.
And then I see light through the end of the pen where the ink has run to the other end, and I see a bright summers day through the glass doors at the end of the room, and everything is clear but happily blurred like the photo.
New words bearing new meanings, a masquerade, fills my head. A hare having lost a precious jewel somewhere, a mystery, leads me to thinking about fish.
The music plays on.
Alienated, I stare at the wood before me. Or plastic, pretending to be wood. Badly. Confusion is there, yet the satisfaction also present cancels it out, leaving me empty but happy. Not wanting to lose the serenity, I stay with it. Cling on to the present, afraid of the future and having forgotten the past, it’s the best way to be. Wait, didn’t I have three? Ah yes, it’s higher up.
Hannah
Forgotten
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