Lost and Found in the Void
On the walls of delusion in my mind, There hangs a portrait of reality. I often walk past it, Sometimes stopping to give it a long, lingering stare. But only from a distance— I am intrigued by its details, Yet overwhelmed by the chaos it brings. This is the world I am meant to inhabit, Yet how can I belong to it When I am truly here, Stuck between worlds? A tap on my shoulder— I turn to find a version of myself, A whisper: “You don’t belong there.” Now, I stand at the edge, Caught between fighting my reality And embracing the one I long to join. I delay, but time never waits. The moment is here, I must step into the real world now, Face its chaos head-on. So I push forward, Drawing closer to the reality I’ve feared, ...