mydeconstruction

Untitled (While Listening to Cat Stevens and The Shins)

My body has been a good friend

No longer needed
I dispel my belief
Dispel my heart
And emerge my self in the surreal dream
At realitys heart

Reality is little more than perception
What is reality but perception?
Everything we have
We see
Taste
And touch
Senses
Perceptions
We do not perceive the definition of reality
We perceive the connotation

A curse for my heart
And my mind
And every deception in my blood
I bleed
Imagery
Sense
Taste and heart
Nothing
Nothing means anything at all
A curse
Reality
A curse
Read between the lines
Read the lines between the words
The characters
The page
The page distorted by the ink

Fuck the ink
Look upon the page
Blank
And see the beauty that it is
When not scarred
Pure with its imperfections
Pure

Godspeed
Dream
Find the good life
The heart
That does not beat
The dream that is not dreamt
Dream but
No
Not the surreal
The Surreal
From the real
The vision
From the reality

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Bored while waiting for the plane for my plane home

Poem posted on PKA group. Felt like posting here, as well.