Extraordinarily Ordinary

I wonder sometimes if at some point I locked myself away in some far-off dream. That one day my child-self took a long look at what the world had to offer and promptly decided against existing in such a place. That I had skipped into wispy curtains of fantasy and surrendered myself to the tangle of altered perception where perhaps, things were a little more beautiful (at the loss of a sense of reality).

Now, years later, I imagine myself suspended and irreparably tangled in the lacy confines of my self-constructed dissociation and silken romanticism; forever lost in the swaths of delusion I’ve greedily compiled. And though it cushions the blow of the jagged edges of reality, the illusive protection it all offers certainly comes at a cost.