In his head
he takes dead thoughts,
and breathes
life upon the dust.
A gust
of storm-forced
words swirl,
creating worlds.
Crafting paradise
for the lives
that walk around
inside his mind.
In his head
he creates.
painted landscapes,
an escape
for the characters
on their escapades.
He lays paths
and barriers
to obstruct their way.
In her head
she wants to crush,
crash the party,
cause distrust.
She wants his stuff,
whatever she can fit in her pockets.
She gets her fill and more,
just because she wants it.
She takes,
every stained tear of a ripped page,
every heartbeat laid bare, she takes
everything, all he could ever care about.
She steals his last hope and his smile
but she can never take his imagination,
his soul.
In his head
he takes sad times,
entrusts them to the earth.
A funeral bell chimes,
as the crows flock to roost.
He creates. His own storyline.
The future path and its many blind
winding routes
and on that path
he walks
in heavy waterlogged boots.
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