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My dream world, my solace, my escape is always into a dark place. I don't feel real, the walls and the world is sketchy and dark but brilliant white words are pulled from me. The solidify the walls and create worlds and images that I can't control, and can only hope to somehow put into the real world.
When I was young I was afraid if I didn't get the words out, I would began to disintegrate into them, having the words drop from each footstep until I melted away into things unsaid. Now I realize that perhaps I am not real, the words make me up and form me, dancing through me as I sleep a ghost in the world I never intended to create, but was instead created in.
All the words are from poems and stories I have written.
When I was young I was afraid if I didn't get the words out, I would began to disintegrate into them, having the words drop from each footstep until I melted away into things unsaid. Now I realize that perhaps I am not real, the words make me up and form me, dancing through me as I sleep a ghost in the world I never intended to create, but was instead created in.
All the words are from poems and stories I have written.
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