Into a world of my own creation
I cower in the dark recesses of my mind
And make way for my imagination
To run wild
To pretend I am something different
Not the broken person that I am
Happy, strong, controlling it
That's just how it is, I say it 'cause I can
Like a child
To be in control of something
Holding the world together
Because I'm tired of spiraling
I just want things to be how they were
Back when I smiled
To remember and hold on
The past is so precious, so dear to me
I can't bear that it's gone
I can pretend you're still here with me
But still, I know you died
To stop thinking
Because I'm just so tired
To stop the world from spinning
Just to rest for a little while
These are the reasons why...
Okay, if I can be serious for a moment, I really admire the way this piece was written. It’s extremely clever in the sense that one can read it forwards and backwards, and find that the work still makes a great deal of sense. It’s rare to come across something like that.
The reasons you’ve given for writing are very powerful and expressed very succinctly, where I find myself agreeing with several points such as controlling something, remembering the past and feeling what it means to be young again. I’m 100% sure many of us would prefer it if we could remain in our own worlds to escape the grim reality we’re in.
On top of all that, the emotions are clear from the outset. Something has happened that has torn your world to pieces and twisted it ‘round like an hourglass, where the pain continues to begin anew, over and over. It’s pretty wrenching, even if I don’t get as emotional as some.
I believe this piece is too good to ignore, so it’s going straight to my “Honorary Class” collection, whatever that means to you. It’s a rare, imaginative piece that speaks to me and to each and every single writer who makes their home here. Excellent work and hope to see more from you.