January 9, 2011

  • You're a stranger

    I don't know you

    You don't exist.

    You're a fantasy

    You're a fabrication of my inner desires and dreams

    You're pure wishful thinking

    You're nothing more than a figment of my imagination yet for some reasons, my subconscious forces me to continually refer to you as if you exist.

    So tell me, are you just an illusion or am I the one who's losing touch with reality?