Everything Imaginary

You know, I have this character.
I create my own dragons to fight
to satisfy my hunger to prove my worth.
And kill them when I’m bored.

I’ve been waging wars with made-up gods as long as I remember.
This place inside my head is goddamn fucked up.

I hope someone would notice that.
Someone like you.

When in happening, spinning life
humans pass by unnoticing me,
I inject few bipolar things inside their heads
so they halt and say something nasty.

I’ve been doing this – bearing their anger – as long as I remember.
This place inside my head is so damn fucked up.

I hope someone would notice that.
Someone like you.

Guess what, I’m a human too.
And like all humans crave love I crave it too.
So, I created you.

Not really all of it.

But when you often go off to sleep.
I rest my demons, sharpen my pencil
to scribe you out the whole night,
wait the next morning,

and hope you would notice that.
Notice me.

But when you don’t,
I doubt I have any control at all.
All these ghosts and gods aren’t imaginary.
It fills me with excitement ‘cause it fills me with fury.

And I hope someone would notice that.
Someone like you.

And tell me this place inside my head
is goddamn fucked up.
Fucked up for good.

Surreal-self-portrait-photography
– Annija Veldre
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