I get overwhelmed
I see ponds were there are puddles and I see warzones where there are words.
I forget to breathe
There are prose and sequences that must have meaning yet my voice catches and stutters.
I bury myself
I believe visions of what if\'s and could have\'s, fooling my senses for ignorance.
I give lies
I smile in fallacy at each greeting, the irony at its mistaken belief becomes my truth.
I live
My heart yearns for open waters, for endless depths uncharted.
I hide away in a world of habit, wishing for something new, at comfort in the knowledge that it is simply a wish.
This cage is one I built, a gilded dichotomy.
For the heart wants what the heart wants, but the brain shall be convinced that it was never needed anyway.