I fill my head with voices of feeling to make my voice drown or dance
Am I an illusion of myself?
Cast in a play directed by me?
The emptiness of reality is kicking in
A come down effect of returning
Too proud to reach out
Too weak to smile it in the face
Caught there but not quite satisfied with the here
In disbelief it all ever was a reality
The disjointed merging of its magical air and mundane murmurs
How do I let what was when it’s still seeping out of me
Yet trying to not spill?