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A law of time
Who does decide
on these rules by which we must abide
On the subject of time
Who did choose
that our youth we must loose
and our skin grow old with time
Who was the one to set in place
these years in which aging has made us wish to erase
a wish to make us young once more
Who puts these laws in order
with which the line with young and old share a border
and crossing it be inevitable
Though some of these laws may be unspoken
We must all agree that rules are meant to be broken
This is me.
What do I see with these eyes? Can you see what I see through them? Behind these eyes is me. Me and my world. My world of whatever I wish to think of. Reality left behind, the sight of what's real covered by my wish for an endless dream. The world is what I want it to be. What I make it to be. The reality in front of me is immovable, still there but occasionally shrouded by my endless imagination and day dreams of other such things. A reality that can be covered momentarily, but not hidden entirely. Though still seeing this reality are my eyes and behind my eyes still lies myself. Me. Me, my eyes and the forever present reality. Since I cannot change reality, let me change the eyes which see reality.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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