lost in
moving pictures
images on a
screen
lost in the
turning of pages
words turned
into dreams
lost in the
sound of a melody
in a power
chord strum
lost in the
open throated wail
that sings
of joy and pain
there is a
parallel world
that runs
right beside this one
where make
believe and magic
never stop
their shenanigans
this the
place where dreamers live
when they
cannot make sense of this world
where they
can become superheroes
with the
strength of a thousand men
this is the
place where love lives on
when life in
this place has to end
this is the
place where we write our own tales
no longer
victims of life
there is
something about dreamers and artists
something in
the way that they move
something in
the very depth of their bones
that pushes
them beyond themselves
*inspired by @mundxanth*
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