It felt like a dream

Entered a state of existence just to relapse like a fein

A space you’ve never seen

Picture perfect till a single detail cracks you’re screen

Egos fragile enough to make anyone scream

Distorted reflections shatter the serene,

Truth leaks through the fractures unseen.

Falling faster, lost in the in-between,

Chasing illusions that cut like a keen.

Whispers echo where silence had been,

Memories burn, yet refuse to dim.

A cycle of longing, a ghost in the seam,

But nothing is what it seems.