She clutches to this imagination, a belief that he is someone he is not;
that he's someone he doesn't want to be.
She clutched to the hope,
to the illusion,
to her false comforts
of Him existing.
Superimposing her wishes
from her mind's projector unto his wall
her eyes are blinded
her mind clouded
her thoughts - dreams.
She wants to wake up and see the truth
but she knows not how to let go of her fantasy.
She knows not how to see reality and not her dreams.
Life has become so dull that she can't bare to live in it without
those false comforts,
those illusions
those desires.
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