when i close my eyes

when i close my eyes, it’s not pitch black.

i see a world in front of me—one that i wish i belong in—with stars painted on its skies and a moon so bright and a warmth that fills my being.

i wish to sleep when i close my eyes,

so i can dream to be a part of such a world where my eyes glisten as i look up at the moonlit sky.

i wish to sleep so i can dream—

because at least in a dream, i belong intrinsically.

but instead i keep my eyes closed and continue to fantasize a world sitting in front of me that’s nothing more than a mere image of a nonexistent reality.

-k.t.

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