Lost

Every night I complete this task.

It cools my whole heart and soul.

I get so lost in my thoughts.

Images come through to me.

My ears playing tricks against me.

Making me hear things that are not there.

I’m so lost.

Here I am.

Stuck in a daydream.

Or maybe just a dream.

That’s not actually a dream.

It’s an alternate reality.

I’m a whole different person.

I’m not myself.

I’m so lost.

I can’t find myself.

I can’t return to the reality I call home.

I cry out.

Nothing is there to save me.

No one is there to save me.

I’m stuck in this reality forever.

Only I can stop myself.

Only I can stop pretending to be someone I am not.

I’m so lost.

Reading is hard to stop.

Especially, if it’s a good book.

It’s hard to stop.

So hard to snap back to the current reality.

Back to home.

I’m so lost.

I can’t wake when I fall.

The story that replays in my head.

But it isn’t my story.

It’s someone else’s.

I’m taking an adventure.

Through his head.

That is not my own.

Intruding in a place that I call my own.

But it’s not mine.

I’m a virus in his mind.

I’m learning everything about him.

I’m so lost.

Lost in my mind.

Lost in his mind.

And it all started…

When I flipped to the start of a book.