What Is Real?

I awake, wrapped in

A familiar darkness

I feel your sweet scent

Taste your presences 
It’s disarming, inviting, enticing 

I lay back, close my eyes 

And embrace the soft

Pillow beside me
Where did you disappear to

Where could you be?

The not knowing 

The endless wondering 

Intriguing, deceiving
Your sweet indifference

Confuses me

You are the wind

Unpredictable, hot, cold 

Always shifting in unknown directions
This mystery 

Of you and me

Of the moment 

We first met
Crossing into a world of wonder 

Our first unfamiliar kiss

Our first dance

Every single one of the 

Many first of many memories 
I realize now

The truth lies so far

From what is real

You see, the truth is

You are a dreamer walking

In the false of my reality

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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