•every thought except my own•

i seem to live a thousand lifetimes

from the comfort of my own room.

sitting in my bay window in the dark

i grieve with people that don’t exist

and feel love i fear

will never be my own.

i have found the courage

to climb mountains

and conquer kingdoms

but still can’t find the words to speak

to the very people

sitting right in front of me.

i am danger in a safe place

love without loss.

i live vicariously through these

figments of my imagination

so much that sometimes

i fear i have become them.

but that’s how it works isn’t it?

every day

we take a little bit of something

and become it.

everyone is a melting pot

of so many things

that it would be impossible

to trace a soul back to

just one starting point.

my things are just

a little bit harder to see.

as life moves forward

i live 100 years

dancing with ghosts.

i exist between stanzas

i live my countless lives

through nothing but an idea

in someone else’s head.