I’m one of those who
(To my dismay)
don’t easily forget.
I hear the whispers and echoes
crowded in my mind
Soon pushed to the background
And quickly sink into me.
Once pulsing with the force
of an exhilarating highness,
I feel a (reverberating) silence.
Obligated to peel away from the real me
I want to be (lieve in)
To return to (the hysteria of) the copy-and-paste world
That I can’t (won’t) be a-part from.
Shocked, confused, disappointed
To pay for the ethereal
In the arbitrary ticking (off boxes).
Maybe I should find my refuge again
in the simple stillness
Instead of aching to merely exist in the grand between
As an occasional present (to me).
Should I choose to divorce myself
from this way of existing
Perhaps I can be free
from running on the (infectious) cycle
(Which has become emblematic of the reality I’m split in)?
About the Creator
Luisa Aya
Luisa started writing poems and fiction at a young age.
Most of her creations come from her wildly vivid dreams and she enjoys sharing that inner world as much as she can remember.
She is currently working on her first children's book!
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