Drowning Fantasy.

Too many dreams to live.

Wishing to be pixelated,

Wishing to be aside from reality,

Hopefully not something other than pure fantasy. 

 

If only it was that easy to turn words into reality.

If only it weren't so easy to constantly reach near the edge.

If only giving up was not a given option.  

Though some would argue that you can say that it isn't. 

Sticks and stones may break her bones,

Words and feelings may just kill you.

There are a million reasons to call quits.

Only one to keep on trucking. 

Like a needle;

Fixing and mending.    Creating and altering.

But also like a needle, in a hay of negativity, it too will get lost.

Holding on tight and trying hard not to lose sight of it. 

Just hope that you'll be the light,

leading the way to the finish line.