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peaceful delirium

Kayla Douglas
Sep 13 · 1 min read

Sometimes I dwell
in an irenic dream;
just out of reach
of cruel reality.
Silhouettes pass me by,
bodies incognito
I cannot identify.

In my head there’s silence,
broken by their speech;
far too much to comprehend
they beg me to beseech.

But I don’t want their secrets.
They have nothing I desire
All I want is my sanity,
and that I can’t acquire.

Found in a high school journal.

Kayla Douglas

Written by

Life Coach, author, lifelong learner, travel enthusiast, narcolepsy advocate, living in Myanmar, she/her https://www.kaylamdouglas.com

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