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She felt lost to

A Disassociated State Of Mind Part2

She felt lost to

This was written by my fiance from her perspective of my dissacation 

His blue eyes have darkened
I know what this means

 

He's on his way

 

To another place

 

Full of tears and and deception

 

I step back and prepare for his cries

 

Cries of desperation to know himself once more

 

He's here but not

 

Himself yet another

 

Lost behind a mesh curtain

 

Disturbing his veiw of what's real

 

I see him still

 

Part way here 

 

And I am full of fear

 

Fear for his being

 

Of not returning home

 

I yell and scream inside my head,

 

Searching for a way to make him see that i am right in front of him

 

That he is still inside

 

I fear for us

 

For what it's going to be

 

Will we be distanced by this torment?

 

I think differently

 

I think we'll find a deep connection 

 

Walk hand in hand to our new destination

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sparrowsong

Hello Disassociated Dreamer...

Congratulations on your Engagement...

It can be exciting, stressful, and many emotions inbetween...

If everyone's Wedding Day and Days leading up to it didn't have any glitches that would be weird...

​​​​​​Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen
 

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