Give me one more fix of fiction. Another dose of anything that isn't reality. Numb my brain cells and lull them into a world that isn't my own. Fill me with feelings that have nothing to do with how I feel. Pump my mind full of images of people that don't exist. Distract me so thoroughly that my mind finds the escape it so badly seeks. Submerge me in any world that isn't mine until my chest stops aching and my tears dry. Take me away from reality and abandon me in fiction, forget that I ever existed and help me forget that I ever was.
Allow me the leisure of being cast away from myself. Allow my mind the bliss of forgetting that I am who I am and the things that are happening are happening. Let me lose sense of the goodbyes looming in my horizon, of the pain of leaving, of breaking apart what took so long to build. Let me instead hide in a world of wizards and magic, worlds with zombies and killers. Let the drama I watch unfold and become the foldings of my mind until my own folds lie unfurled and painless. Grant me an out -mere minutes of peace living outside of myself.
Give me a fix of fiction to hush the pain enough to let me breathe for a few moments. Just a few moments of relief before reality finds a way back in. Escape is wonderful, but reality has a way of catching us no matter how fast we run, or how deep we bury ourselves. Reality crashes through the layers of fiction, it peels apart the not real and attacks with violent stabs that nothing but real can possess. Reality hurts and aches and suffocates when the fiction is set down and the lights go out. Reality is never as real as it is when your eyes are closed and there is nothing to distract your mind from itself.
Allow me the leisure of being cast away from myself. Allow my mind the bliss of forgetting that I am who I am and the things that are happening are happening. Let me lose sense of the goodbyes looming in my horizon, of the pain of leaving, of breaking apart what took so long to build. Let me instead hide in a world of wizards and magic, worlds with zombies and killers. Let the drama I watch unfold and become the foldings of my mind until my own folds lie unfurled and painless. Grant me an out -mere minutes of peace living outside of myself.
Give me a fix of fiction to hush the pain enough to let me breathe for a few moments. Just a few moments of relief before reality finds a way back in. Escape is wonderful, but reality has a way of catching us no matter how fast we run, or how deep we bury ourselves. Reality crashes through the layers of fiction, it peels apart the not real and attacks with violent stabs that nothing but real can possess. Reality hurts and aches and suffocates when the fiction is set down and the lights go out. Reality is never as real as it is when your eyes are closed and there is nothing to distract your mind from itself.
