[confusing what is real]The sad thing about accepting reality[confusing what is real]1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
When you've always known there is nothing else
I like pretending other dimensions and realms exist
I almost want to believe gods and ghosts
But my reasoning kicks in
Sometimes I wish I had supernatural powers
I don't want to grow old as a boring human
When a fictional world seems better
What point is there to continue existing in this one?
Madness and hallucination
Though scary, seems like a better way of living
At least your brain can conjure the world you want
But is living a lie worse than being aware?
Show the Real You: Chapter 1Chapter 1- At a LossShow the Real You: Chapter 12 years ago in Romance
Cream lifted her head from rolling a snowman's body and shook the snow off her mittens. Something was wrong. A stray squirrel bounded past her feet as she gazed down the road. She had thought she heard a person sniffing, as if crying.
Off in the distance, she caught sight of an orange fox, bundled in a green scarf and jacket. His two tails dragged against the ground, picking up snow in his fur and his ears were flattened against his scalp. Tails, Cream thought. He always traveled by her house on his way home in the Mystic Ruins, usually stopping by to visit and play.
But when she called out to him, he didn't even acknowledge her. She left her front yard and chased after him. "Tails!" He continued to walk, shuffling his feet. It wasn't hard for her to catch up to him. The little rabbit stood in front of him. "Tai—" Her voice caught in her throat.
Tails' baby blue eyes, normally so bright and happy, were downcast and depressed. His nose honked whe