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I tried flying away but dissolved into static

Wandering the streets, I paused to ask a bystander a question. It must have been a stupid one, because I was turned away feeling ridiculed.

I don’t belong here, I realized – I don’t belong here, because it’s a dream.

If I am the dreamer, why am I out of place?

Somehow, the world that I’ve fashioned for myself does not welcome me.

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Departure

Behind glass – diamonds, rubies and aquamarine

Blare against black velvet and fall away from me.

Suspended in the atmosphere, I am only seen

As a fading, blinking light amongst a host of stars.