day dreamers

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror

a role model to all of what bad life looks like

scars and blood and scabs and tears don't mean much to me

they're just apart of our lives

but the daydreamers are a different race

a different species

a gift

to look around and see nothing but stars

to breathe in and not be able to exit your head space

to force projections that glaze over your eyes is like magic

it's alien and scary

and yet I don't hate it.