When I close my eyes I see what I want to see,
my own reality.
Somewhat an authentic fantasy.
Some place inside my head where my thoughts can breathe.
No more suffocation from the real world but relaxation from my own creation.
Laying in the bright green grass taking off my shoes, my toes wiggle free and they breathe.
Above them hovers the ocean blue sky, and winter white clouds blended together a canvas.
So peaceful,
gentle,
beautiful.
Purple and sea green flowers bloom right from the grass below my body.
A delightful scent,
colorful,
breathtaking.
The way they caress me help settle my thoughts.
Relaxation wherever I turn and space where I can chill.
The summer morning breeze in the middle of the evening calms my mind,
my soul.
But as I take out paper and a pen to begin to write down this memory,
I black out.
All of a sudden I’m in this place I’m afraid to be in,
humanity’s
insane
version
of
reality.
A place where they own sick uncool thoughts and reveal their twisted depressed emotions.
A place where my thoughts are crazy but my poet makes them somewhat saner.
View
my
world.
SHANICE DRAKES
Staff Writer