Rewrite. That’s how I began
venturing into a world
filled with imaginations
that my mind never managed to imagine,
a life that didn’t await a decree
and could just be apart
from restricted judgements.
I had infinite chances,
unlimited returns,
and nothing stopped me from moving forward,
not even death.
Living it all, escaping predictions
and breathing in variables
that were almost too consistent;
it felt good,
and reality just felt
‘not real’.
Possibilities were endless,
proved with non-retracted steps,
fear seared out,
and that’s where it transcends everything.
Cause a part of us
always fantasizes in fantasy,
vouching for a life
where we lived outside of those frames,
dreaming, visualizing,
brewing a path that wasn’t just ‘normal’.
Some endings do suck, some just blow our mind,
every single one though
plotted another brand,
cause it wasn’t just ‘life’,
it was just something more
infinite.
We hope to be one of them,
to comfort in our blight,
to pump rage
into our fight,
so that we could shift another day,
where every other particularity
doesn’t feel disarray,
we find another existence
to rise in,
and breathe like that’s how
everything’s always been,
cause Fantasy, it pushes every version of reality
into a wide speculation ofinsane circumstances.
It pushes it, until there’s no bound left,
and then a little more
to find yet another horizon
to live in.
·poetry