pursuit

the night that always falls silent..

like a good listener..

listening to the way the world dreams..

without interrupting them with reality..

and you like on your bed..

face down..

neither awake..

nor asleep..

vague ideas floating..

in your messed up head and life..

trying to change the way you've lived..

before..

imagining the outcomes..

when you know..

things won't change..

but you might..

and then a strange thought arrives..

the perfect moments distorted..

by desires..

by thoughts..

by hopes..

by possibilities..

possibilities..

and you drift into that world..

of what what could've been yours..

but never was..

and trying to search for perfection..

reliving your past..

you discover..

what understands you the best..

is what eludes you the most..