All walls fall downyou finally break lose

all in that moment

not fully awake

yet, not fully asleep

and still

in that moment

you are the most awake

that you will ever be

the most yourself

that you will ever be

the most honest

that you will ever be

full of dreams

wishes

aspirations

that you somehow know

could never be real

and yet in that moment

that split second

they are

your dreams

are your realities

like falling into another world

so perfect

yet terrible

horribly grotesque

in a sense

what you most fear

has become the only thing

you know

that when that split second is over

you will move on

past the real you

to the facade beneath

be the fake person behind the mask

that the world is expecting

and wants

to see

and then be happy

it’s what everyone wants from you

understandable

can anyone really tell

the dreams

from the reality?

or is it just a misty haze

the fog between

where those two worlds collide….