I feel, I look.

I Feel so dilated so potent and thick...
Drenched in emotion unearthed by rare exposure.
I feel sporadic and enchanted.
I feel beautiful,
Supernatural.
I feel bright, excited and prepared.

But.

How do I look?


I look planned and obsessive
Sand over and depressed, stretched and stressed into another dimension
Stuck in a hole too deep to climb out of,
Looking up at my only escape.

I look...

Stolen.

Stolen from myself, by myself
Hidden inbetween my imagination and reality.
That place of bliss and obliviousness
That place that keeps you warm and smiling but hides what needs to be known.
Those things you'd give anything to escape and return to.

That place, this world.
I feel, I look.
Out of sync, but really, what can I do?

Just live my life? Smile at flaws and Step on expectations.

I feel, I look.
Alive.