fiction and poetry

Stack of Wishes

I have a stack of wishes
neatly placed next to me
each one is a portal
from this far reality

the stack keeps increasing
and so does my desire
to stay far from reality
it ain’t delusional but.

It’s wise I think
to have a loose grip on reality
too much of it sucks the life out,
too less and you’re off the edge

 

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