My Mind

My mind is where I live reality is where I die. Reality is where I live my mind is where I die. Confused? Me too. I don’t know where I belong. I’m too scared to exist in reality. So that world is dead to me. My mind, the only place to which I run and hide is dying. So where will I go? Where will I exist?

Nobody wants to understand why I am the way I am. All I have is the ruby rivers that flow from me.

I’m not just a dark soul anymore. I’m something beyond anything that I could of imagined but yet I don’t have a name for it and I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve a soul as black as night that lays dormant. Watching, waiting for something to come out of nothing. Watching the world go by. Waiting for the hope that it needs, the love that it dreams for.

Ginger