headfirst

i am like Newland Archer, i fall in love with ideas

i dive headfirst into something without knowing that the ground had always been hard

sometimes i wonder which of my days are not spent enrapturing myself in an artificial construct,
cushioned by my own bubble of unreality that only i have access to

maybe that is why somedays when i wake up,
i still feel queer, the aftermath of reality undealt with:
as if the things that had passed, the things that had been lost,
they had never been gone at all