Don’t.
Don’t fall for me, for I know how it is,
the stars shine bright
and everything feels safe,
the roads curve around cozy spaces
and the colors breathe life.
But you don’t know about the wolves
that never really care,
about the dreams that my kind turns into reality,
about the rush of waking up
into a character who I fell in love with
and you aren’t anymore.
You don’t know how it is
to live another life,
be another someone
that I cherish
but you don’t recognize any further.
Cause that’s how it is for a writer
who falls in love with his characters,
who lives in the reality of a past
that isn’t the same for you now.
There would just be you
and your hope
for a moment when it’s all fine.
But for me, everything remains constant
as long as I don’t move on
to something more curious.
Are you prepared for the craziness
of believing in a world
that changes with the flicker of my mind,
a place that’s non-existent
but it lives within me, for me,
that is just another reality for my existence.
I know how brutal my kind is
for the flow of the ripples
and capture it
in the essence of a mirage.
So you should know, why the wolves in my mind
hunt for its prey in every other person
and how those hungry tides sway
in the mist of artificial memories…
So, are you prepared to fall in love
with a writer
andbe his inspiration
for eternity?
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