Oh we fantasize,

the quiet, the sleep, the no longer

active duty

of being on the same page

When we imagine,

we often paint a pretty picture

because in our mind

anything is better than this,

we have forgotten everything.

When we allow ourselves

to go into the murky waters of

self-destruction,

we purposely ignore

the beauty around us.

I wonder why it is

that when I would rather be

asleep,

i do forget the beautiful faces

surround me every day

I suppose it is because

they are beautiful aren’t they

and yet,

their soul, their heart,

that passionate embrace

That piece of their lives

is meant for someone else,

and mine,

my mystique my muse my lover

is beyond my reach

So then I believe

that is what it is

the final response

to knowing we cannot achieve

the peace we know,

So instead we imagine death,

for in its absolute,

we can now begin to relax

stop trying to reach …