No rules. Just a flow of words onto the proverbial digital notebook.
A million moment run through my mind
each one never spending much time.
Musing on what could be
when I should just be me.
It took me years to discover your other-worldly powers.
The things you hold close,
The things you feel,
Never will reflect what is genuinely real.
Finding peace in the melancholy,
seems to some as such a folly.
I cannot help that glitz and glamour,
makes me feel rather tired.