
I imagine myself,
In a space away from here.
Maybe I'm stuck in the void,
Some place between warmth and cold.
The place where you feel everything and suddenly,
Nothing.
At all.
I imagine myself,
Maybe years from now,
I'm married with two children.
I watch them grow and become people who
Unlike me,
Manage
To do,
Good.
I imagine myself,
Slowly passing through time,
Waiting for the clock to stirke midnight,
Before I make my final escape into the hall.
My prince losing a chance,
But gaining another dance.
I imagine myself being able to speak.
If only my thoughts were as free as the pages on which I lay my words.
If only my breath was as soft as touch.
If only my hope,
Was just as good,
As what I imagine.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.


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