I go bed with thoughts and wake up with words. I search within, not knowing what to believe nor what to hold onto as beliefs. But this I know; thoughts of you never leaves and they are the reasons I relive.

How do I blot out the thoughts of you when I constantly find myself sinking in this feeling the hallucinations brings? Our existence is just a story; those who came before us and those who will follow.

My existence came to a halt in the face of experience; so there's no more pretence but just presence. I think about you but it would always be just memories because thoughts are all the mind ever knows.
© Ddawnofpoetry7