Disillusioned from fantasy
at the perfect life
perfect job
perfect moment
and place to belong
and be at peace.
Does it really exist?
Or will it always be so fleeting,
caught in small moments
that you are forced to treasure
because of their rareness.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Disillusioned from fantasy
at the perfect life
perfect job
perfect moment
and place to belong
and be at peace.
Does it really exist?
Or will it always be so fleeting,
caught in small moments
that you are forced to treasure
because of their rareness.