Headspace

Let the world fade to black
Vision going blurry as the world spins around
Let the mind ache and churn
As you fall into a place where you'll never return.
Mind and body, going numb
Hazy and in a daze,
Loss of sense
Loss of identity;
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
Why, nothing is real anymore
And a sense of reality is something we all lack.
Let me hear that sound
Those pleads and cries where they all turn
We all play dumb
Pretending we do not know anything at all.
Arriving into an oddly familiar place,
A dream-like castle adorned with clouds and curtains of lace
Stairs that lead to long hallways,
Rows of doors with signs of familiar names on them.
Familiar people that you've never seen,
Big smiles as they greet you in;
"Welcome to Headspace, our host"
Those words are the thing I've longed for the most.
Let that odd-looking banquet begin,
The place looking familiar, comforting and surreal;
As if remembering nothing but a dream
It is nothing like it seems.
Let the dinner begin,
Food that looks out of place and blurry,
That liminal feeling of nostalgia
As if I really have arrived back home
After years of being lost.
"It's okay, there's no need to hurry,"
"You no longer need to feel alone"
Yes, that is true,
I have been with all of you for as long as I can remember.
From Januaries to Decembers,
All those years, all those days,
I have lived a life of daze
As if life was but a mere maze.
"Here, give this cake a taste,"
Lean in and eat it all, don't let it go to waste
But do not hurry, do not haste;
The past will pass by swiftly,
But the future will never last.
Please, forget those painful times
To many they may be valuable,
But to us it's no more than a few pennies and dimes;
Although valuable, they yet hold a value of tragedy and pain.
The banquet seems to never end,
Soft lights, blurry place, music that plays
But when listened to closely, it sounds so strange yet familiar,
A tune in which holds nostalgic melancholy.
Let this pain in the head never end,
The world outside the mind is terrifying
So frightening and abusive,
Never putting an end to my hurting tears and aching heart.
This place within my mind,
Where I can come and visit and leave the other world behind;
Optimistic people are meant to be blind,
Pessimistic people are meant to be deaf,
But a realistic person is bound to insanity
Let me be seen as such,
As I do not deny the truth.
"Welcome home, host"
They chant with a nostalgic melody,
One that can put me to my knees,
Eyes full of tears as my heart longs for them.
Sadly, a visit never lasts,
This guest of honor has had a blast
Having fun even for a while,
Soon returning to reality as I now leave that place,
A home I call Headspace.

Written by: eLIE | Headspace | 12/18/23 | Back to main page --> https://rentry.co/eLIE000

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Pub: 15 Dec 2023 18:44 UTC

Edit: 18 Dec 2023 18:53 UTC

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