I truly think I spend most of my life in my head, imagining different things and scenarios. I'm always busy, work hard and do a lot of 'real' things, but I'm not too sure I'm always 100% there (even if I try). Perhaps my main life is just made-up, imaginary and unreal - I don't know, but I like it.

Sometimes your eyes

are too much to handle

Buried alive

and

carpeted

     with

         the six

              fallen

                   leaves

of his glance,

I can't ask your forgiveness

slashing Your Beautiful Kingdom

across the face

with these empty eyes 
of my ill-conceived ideas

goes deeper:

straight to the core

of your joyful childhood

and unforgotten dreams

Unrelenting whipping of my little soul

another blank and another lie

I know the day's almost over, but happy World Poetry Day! Anyway, some of you live in the US, so it's certainly not too late for my American friends, for example... And here's something for your ears.