Sunday, 8 June 2014

Myself in thoughts

I wrap myself in thoughts
like a comfort blanket
a shield to the real
a step into escape

It is my salvation
I cling to its' protection
a cushion of safety
a transcendence of me

I'm more than what is
I'm additional accessorising
a footstep onto beyond
a trickle of tenses

Has now become secondary?
the poor alternate existence?
an unreal to real
a substitute for life

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