A dream, aloud...

Karr lives in fantasy...

I felt fully awake most of the time, but sometimes while I was awake it felt as if I were dreaming. In this dream state I didn't feel like me, the real me. I felt numb. My fingers prickled. My eyes in the mirror's reflection were glazed like the eyes of a mannequin in a shop window, my colour, my shape, but without light or focus. The weeping fit would pass and I would drag myself back to the mirror expecting to see a child version of myself. Who are you? I'd ask. I could hear the words; it sounded like me but it wasn't me. I'd watch my lips moving and say it again, who are you?

Holes in my pockets...

Lately, I don't feel inspired,

wish I was a better liar.

It's too late to be this early,

heaven knows you tried to hurt me,

maybe that's why I blame the moon.