This World - Poem by Vasto Grom
Upon this ground I tavel, lost to all that is your world. Though I hear and see those around me I find myself lost to them. As they call out to me I hear not their voice but instead I hear the sound of a soft whisper on the wind. I am finding myself null to all that is your reality and only able to feel that which is created from the depths of my disturbed mind. As i walk down the blurred road that divides your reality with my dream I find myself leaning more and more to the latter. I remember the word you used to use when I told you of my world, insanity. But if you were to experience my world you might find yourself diving into it head first. There is no pain in my world, only joy and pleasure. There is boredom, only excitement and adventure. I now no longer know how far I have fallen into my world of dreams nor do I find myself caring anymore. now I find this world of 'madness' my reality and your world of 'reality' nothing more than a passing nightmare.
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