I notice everything.
From her coy smirk to your shiny things.
The pace of the twitches on his face to the way that my hemline clings.
It's a gift and a curse.
The visions I see can never be real for anyone but me.
My imagination is so consumed by creation that I am consistently disappointed by reality.
That's the truth of what it's like to see what I see.
A series of theories which in my mind resonate clearly but can't be described properly.
Dreams, themes and old tattered things.
Waiting to become a song
for my soul to sing.
Copyright, Kaycee Phillips 2017