It's this millisecond where fantasy & reality meet. You try your best to mix & blend them smoothly like paint on paper joining sea & sky at the horizon.
And a flying bird.
But you fail. Maybe because you haven't been given a chance. Or maybe because you're using the wrong kind of paint.
Or maybe because you dream too big.
Sometimes it's hurtful to see things for what they are.
Outside your head.
And what hurts more than missing someone is realising that they never were but a false impression you've had of them. And so it turns out you're
missing a ghost.
It sounds quite fanciful to be in love with a ghost, I know. But sometimes, some days, when all what you thought things meant fade away, you stand there naked, vulnerable & confused, and the imaginary doesn't seem to help cover you up.
Make believe breaks down at times.
It's a rainy day today, and you don't like the rain. But I'm not allowed to care anymore.