I live in a dreamworld that I never want to leave.
I live in a world where the future is something completely out of my reach.
Where men just aren’t real and are daydreams drenched in my coffee.
I live in a world where my cigarette tastes like freedom and the rings on my fingers are weights that keep me grounded in this alternate reality.
A world that reminds me daily of my deadly fatality.
I live in a world where music is my soundtrack, every step of the way.
I live in world where music takes all my troubles away.
I live in a world where suicide isn’t something to hide.
I live in a world where suicide is something that keeps me alive.
Where flowers don’t bloom, but the moon brings us a little melancholic gloom.
A world between pages of books, stages of becoming a thief or a crook.
*I live in a world that you can’t understand, where all you see is the time running through my hands.*
But the books, the rings, the black outfits, the beat, dirty looks and all these things do fit like little breeze blocks in making my world.
So please never ask me again to leave my dreamworld… Because I’d rather die
Then survive… in yours.
In another universe
I feel good, I feel fine
Because this vibe can be Devine
Even tho it’s much less the beautiful
It would be historical
If you were here
For you to feel the beat.
Because this is all I can be
I know you’re somewhere out
And probably also somewhere loud
In another universe
I will write you another verse
© Johanna Welker 2023-09-02