I don't know what's real anymore.
I close my eyes and enter a world made up of myths,
dreams, hopes, and fears.
All the pestering distractions and annoying
temporary satisfactions.
The ups and downs
where my mind can't focus and my vision
is blurred.
I hear voices.
But no on is talking.
It's all made up.
A small trailer in the middle of a windy desert.
My hair gets in my face.
Mirages get closer.
I invite them in.
We have tea.
As I look around, telling short
stories of the little belongings I have, I begin
to spin
seeing the small place circle around me
until I finally shout it to stop.
And when it does,
I am there.
Alone.
There are two tea cups.
Two seats.
One person.
I blink into a different realm..
I'm now in a dark battlefield, without any armor
or protection.
But is doesn't bother me.
Still struck from the spinning, I simply
walk out to discover what there.
So many people running for their
lives.
Mothers carrying children, dragging others
by their hand.
Men laid on their chests, shooting across
off into the other direction.
Nothing bothers me.
I'm soaking it in, trying to understand where
I am.
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