It seems just out of reach
Something I'm trying to feel
But it belongs to another world
One of us is not real.
I try detached observance
As if I didn't care
But I can't convince myself
To remain unaware.
The mystery lingers like a fog
Out of sync and strange
Unassimulated moments
That cannot be arranged.


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What I really enjoy about these contests is how hearing the prompt word triggers something and sets off a train of thought as you write begin writing about it - then afterward, it is thrilling to see the interpretation of the other participants.
Well done!
thank you!
Could just be an angel sitting on your shoulder? That's my story, and I'm sticking with it...multiple personality disorder! Puh-leeze!
Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed this.
Wilka