In my mind

The sky did not have this color.

It seemed deeper,

more elated with emotion.

What’s this grey specter in front of my eyes?

I was also thinking that

this howling wind

seemed like the sound of a good life

of floating.

There, in my mind, things take very interesting turns.

The book that I’m reading--

just a biography of someone great--

becomes the actual diary

the extraordinary person wrote,

with ink spotted heart.

And I can really see her,

talk to her:

“You are such an inspiration.

Now I know how to be like you!”

In my mind it all happens

in ways that don’t follow any rules of the real world.

Do I live in my mind,

you ask.

Yes, all the time.

I do wish I could evade from this place,

even for a little while.

Sometimes reality looks so bright and inviting

from my mind.