A silly poem from last October :) (If you know what book it's about, major brownie points to you! But it's not very obvious.)
My brain is currently trapped
in a world that is not my own
(a world that is color and
shadows and all in between)
and I eat and I walk
but I'm not really here
(and cobblestone streets
and the smell of sunlight)
I'm just waiting to go back
to that place where the world
(is bitter and sweet
like a slow chocolate death)
for a moment makes sense
even if it's not mine.
Kelia
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