It's always over-interrupting
my feelings do concur
objects of fantasies
often are overshadowed or obscure.
the place my mind roams
is in slow motion
the ocean that foams
is an intoxicating potion.
in my dreams their is color
my other life is in black and white
painful times come in waves
the two worlds fight.
the clouds are always dark
not puffy and misshaped
black and murky are they
that's how they are draped.
droplets of color, the different shades of red
is color of my pillow
where i lay my head.
joyous are the seasons
my favorites
are the ones in between.
some say they're misplaced
but their my favorite scenes.

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