fantasy and reality; never meant to be

Under this blue sky, I live with a burdened heart of nothingness; a tugging hand, the hand of someone who misses my very presence, the urge of pulling me down that white, pure marbled path of fantasy strong, but roots of reality were stronger. Being torn apart I am, the girl who's willing to leap through time and space to reach the place where she always belong, somewhere, in the middle of a dreamscape. I want to live, but not while witnessing my world being divided by a wall of my own indecisiveness; skeptical, I sit on that wall— feet dangling, thoughts swirling.

 

They make me; halves of reality and fantasy.

However, the full picture together would be a miracle to see.