journal · poetry · prose

Daydreams

Have you ever wanted something so much, wished for something to be true so badly, that you half believed it might happen? Even though the idea defies logic; it’s so inconceivable that considering it’s likelihood is ludicrous. But the sensibility is ignored, the truth of the mind disregarded in favor of the tender lies of heart. Reality is neatly stacked away. No! Your mind shouts. Stop! You check yourself, mid-fantasy. The thought comes screeching to a halt. But it’s too late. You’ve already let yourself believe; now there’s no going back. Hope runs rampant, wreaking havoc, invading every crevice of your soul. You’re shaken to the core. Because you know it will be lost, in the end, but you are powerless to stop it. Best just to forget that for now. Focus on this second, focus on what’s real… have you ever wanted something so much, wished for something to be true so badly, that you believed it would happen, even though you knew for a fact that it wouldn’t? Yet I keep on foolishly believing, as if it means something. And as each possible moment is realized as absent, I leave another piece of me behind. How long until there’s nothing left?

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