Trespassing Through My Individual Mind

I took a trip –

a long-awaited journey trespassing in my individual mind.

Tapping into an awareness I hadn’t intended to find.

Bare vulnerability

so strangely comfortable

frolicking with fears and risks.

I am a daydreamer,

a traveler -

curiosity consumes me well beyond the borderline of insanity.

Passions ignited.

An intensity that breaks my grip.

Obsessive. Compulsive.

The poison in my genes doesn’t hinder the adventurous side of me.

Illusions. Delusions.

Perhaps even vivid illustrations.

Sigh. This is my reality –

so, stop asking me ridiculous questions. Stop coming to your own conclusions.

Listen.

Like a puzzle,

every possibility, or mystery, or conspiracy that’s ever been near to my ear,

starts to reveal patterns. Enticing me with bright, neon answers -

as if each were the only constellation to shine within a dark, deserted, galaxy highway.

But, my listening friend,

I will run far and wide,

and dig the deepest of holes to hide in,

if only to keep safe the freewill of my inquisitive and open nature.

I will always chase the perfume of imagination’s tail

as if it were the long-lost lover

who escaped my romantic daydreams.

I haven’t the simplicity,

nor ignorance,

to dull that side of me.