reality; something that i avoid,
tumbling through all this white, soundless noise,
i come crashing down
to this cold, hard, inevitable ground.

reality; a place that i do not often go,
my heart hurts and my blood pressure is low,
my feet are tumbling down,
this dark, secluded road.

reality; my oldest enemy,
nineteen years and i still have not found the remedy,
my head is spinning round,
into the earth as i fall at the speed of sound.

reality; you can escape from in your sleep,
feeding into the things that remind you to weep,
you come falling down,
to this cold, hard, inevitable ground

called reality.

t.n