Weak Spots Xxiv

I live in a world, Where I satisfy you always, Where desires of the heart Are more than attainable And the attainable itself is nimble In Reality's gaze, So I prefer the stare Off in the distance of Fantasy For in both do I find truths And in both do I find tears, The medium between longing And receiving I live in many worlds, Yet the world I try to access Is neither Fantasy nor Reality— It is a place not yet envisioned 2.24.20