she opens her eyes with much ado.
\nshe hates the coming of another morning,
\nthe sun is up, another day starts anew,
\ntime again to join the world of the living.<\/p>\n
she stands there by the curb,
\nrandom people pass her by.
\ncompletely apathetically disconnected
\nand yet she never even bothered why.<\/p>\n
she tries to lend her ears to the sound
\nthat resonates not for her to hear.
\ntries so hard but fails to connect
\nshe and this world just won’t intersect.<\/p>\n
she opens her eyes to see
\nthe images turning gray and blurry.
\nshe allows herself a pinprick to feel,
\nstill everything doesn’t feel real.<\/p>\n
come night, as soon as her eyes close,
\nher mind travels instantly
\ninto another world, another universe,
\na world her soul craves for hungrily.<\/p>\n
psychedelic colors around her twirl
\nmountains, skyscrapers combine in a swirl.
\nthere, everything is for her to feel,
\nin her world, everything is just so real.<\/p>\n
but mornings come, they always do;
\nand again she stirs, opens her eyes,
\nanother day to go through
\nthe motions that she so despises.<\/p>\n
once again standing there watching by,
\nentirely disconnected yet uncannily calm.
\nshe never really needed to wonder why,
\nshe lives, dwells in another realm.<\/p>\n
entirely disconnected, seeing things from afar,
\nshe stares placidly til the day is done.
\nnight time comes, a welcome refuge,
\nand then she’s gone…instantly she’s gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
she opens her eyes with much ado. she hates the coming of another morning, the sun is up, another day …<\/p>\n