Realityshifting Poems

Two Realities

When the chill of the night arrives, a deeper feeling rushes over me. This multi-layered fantasy comes with more. It's piles of misery. I see shimmers of home in the morning breeze. I'm slowly being torn open by the loneliness I'm no longer willing to hide. It’s intoxicating.

Two Realities

When the chill of the night arrives, a deeper feeling rushes over me. This multi-layered fantasy comes with more. It's piles of misery. I see shimmers of home in the morning breeze. I'm slowly being torn open by the loneliness I'm no longer willing to hide. It’s intoxicating.

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  Persia Bronte (1 poem about Realityshifting)
  22 September 2001 - New Zealand