Poems from okavie
Breathe slowly quietly gently
Ignore the stutters in the exhale
Pretend I can't feel my heartbeat
Swallow down the nausea
You're fine it's...
How could you have known,
when you called his name,
that there was no one left to answer?
Words left unspoken,
discussions never to be had...
People often call our waking world
"real life".
But I disagree.
The only place that seems
truly real to me
is the cold reality of my dreams...