by maya

(1)
forever trapped
in the multiple layers of my mind
in an out of a
forever dream
never waking
never sleeping
always voices
talking chattering
never involving me
must sleep
must dream
never knowing
what it is to FEEL
lost but not alone
separate
the world glides by like a nonexsistent
tapestry of color
is it real?
or is it part of this dream?

(2)
what difference does it make?
one more day
one more week
one more month?
life rushes before me like a movie
in high speed.
i am unable to make it stop...
or go
i can only watch
frozen in time
an observer.
people live their lives
choosing to have me be a part...
or not
let me wait while they live
time stands still
what difference is another day?