A Letter To [You]

Just like cake, I'm willing to watch you bake until fully cooked
And just like Yahtzee, I'm willing

From a dream I awoke

Deep beneath the dreadful blankets on my bed

Massive pillows holding up my weary head.

The dream was

Fantasy and Reality intertwine
to make beauty and truth become lost
in each other.

Stark Reality offers little solace,
in times

"Apparitions"

You freely claim to touch reality

yet you touch only the perception of reality

where even time does not exist

REALITY

Ever searching
often in frustration
seems so endless
with invisible barriers
and unseen constrictions.

Blind , self - inflicted
stranded