Dreaming

My brain paints the inside of my eyelids
Once i've slept for long enough
dramatic fiction stories 
mix with reality 
Leaving me in unrealistic plots,
Inspired by my daydreams,
They now are my short-term actuality 
And unknowing that my existence here is fake
I part way with only a memory
That I leap to jot down 
For I know it will soon fade

 
M

Megan22

VT

17 years old

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