Wanderer

Wanderer

A Poem by Eve

It is during these sleepless nights
that I spend lying awake
thinking, 
dreaming,
that I find myself floating away.
I rise up, away from the present;
away from reality;
away from what I have been taught to believe in.

I slowly rise,
and I gently fall.
Each night I seem to fly even farther;
even higher
than the night before.

It is during these restless moments
when I feel the most at peace.
I can hear the silence growing;
growing louder
and louder
with each passing moment.
I can feel the world getting quiet.
I can feel the world slowing down around me.

Higher I rise,
yet I don't seem to fall.
As I wander farther into the further
it becomes less and less desireable
to return to what was near.

It is during these moments of pure clarity
that I can finally see what is real.
Reality is a myth.
Reality is in the eyes of the beholder.
And, behold,
something even more powerful;
something even more divind. 

Behold,

I have found peace in the darkness.
I have found peace in the silence.
I have found safety in the night air.
I take refuge in the warmth of the solitude.

Not all who are lost think to wander.
It takes a wanderer to find the lost,
just as it takes the lost to create a wanderer.
I am not lost.
I have found my destination in what is beyond the world.
I have found a new reality. 

© 2016 Eve


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