(no subject)

Take a step toward reality
away from daydreams,
pleasant fantasies
as nourishing as air
and substantial as the cobwebs
accumulating on that future
you so recently set aside.

It's a beautiful day.
You're enjoying it alone
and returning home to no one.
But the fragrance garden
laces the air and weighs it down
with nostalgia and comfort
and something unidentifiable
that makes you feel better.

(no subject)

I'm just another faceless
shape in the crowd,
another life drifting by untouched,
unknown.
Wanting to run, flinging
myself headlong into your awareness
as if it would make a difference.
Just another useless daydreamer
watching the world go by.