Existing Secluded Perfection
Nadia Murtaza
Living in your head. A day dreamer. An over sleeper. An illusionist. Delusional. Any of the aforementioned.
The images that plague your mind are often accompanied by similarly derived songs. Green grass, crystal blue placidic water, ice blue skies that darken to the purest midnight; lit by only the reflection of an eggshell moon and the therapeutic stars. Does your mind look like this? Spare me your judgement.
Sometimes you will wander pure white sands tapping your feet on unbroken shells; look to your left to a horizon so red; reflecting off of every white wave of the ocean that you crash yourself into. If a stranger looked deeply into your eyes, is that what they would see? Spare yourself any judgement.
You look up and catch rays of a bright sun through the silhouettes of a deep, tall green forest - older and wiser than anything you have ever faced before. Look down at your bare feet and the thick earth is covering your toes ; you are for once in your life; firmly rooted to something truly real, majestic, pure and truthful. When a lover puts their hand on your heart; is that what they will feel? There is no judgement left to face.
Base your trust on the foot of this mountain, blanketed in snow and sunshine. Your body is caressed by the shields of snow; cold and protected by boundaries. An exterior defending itself from a heavy, hard and unloving public is enveloping a beauty that only those as whimsical as you will gaze into.
A truth, a beauty, a path, an image, a song - only in the mind of somebody who lives in their head. A day dreamer. An over sleeper. An illusionist. Delunsioned.
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