illusions called fantasy
By scarlas29
twisted curls hide my face- see the exterior, and the interior holds wonder- that many fail to see. i am me with a vengeance- a vengeance of truth, what i always want to be. i never want to grow-up, well, stop dreaming of what i CAN BE. toughened muscles cover me- to strengthen my dreams, of the many things i want to be or do. i want the truth of rebellion- the rebellion to always live my dreams, the dreams of my inner illusions, an illusion i call MY realities. my reality grows with in me- fueled by desire, and the aching to be creative- deny them all the ability to hold me. i want to craft a reality- that will astonish, make them wish- they could expand and dream their reality... where their dreams can EXIST.As usual, how's it sound? Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 04 2002 03:48 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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