Virtual Reality

How do you see me?

I thought I hid well

Was I wrong?

I’m beginning to understand

As I listen to the wind

My companion with every passing breath

Through all my aches

And all my tears

I still wander and drift

Standing inside the dreams

Do you steal my thoughts?

These burning words

That never seem to surface

Manipulation pursues is all

Catching the voices

We refuse to say are there

Not a cry or a warning

Or a piece of something real

Revealing Love

Fuck the filter when it’s all the truth and it always has been. What changes is the voice of a storyteller over time. Be careful though. Prying minds might unleash a vault of emotions that isn’t safe for anyone to unlock.