Ballad to the hushes of reality, soft spoken imagination.

Ballad to the hushes of reality, soft spoken imagination.

What if we left the world behind, escaped to a place where reality doesn't scare us?
Let's shuffle off this mortal coil. Let's fall tipsy off the wakening bridge. I can sing the drunkard's walk and you can waltz across my lingering soul. We can ask the gatekeeper to stay open a moment longer, and we can let that moment wander. Be careful what you say, sometimes I can't hear your voice; was it my imagination or did I just hear you speak? Let's stagger across the fabric of joy, before we slip right through it. Did I hear a callous ring? I think I'll just ignore it. My heart is famished but as long as your with me, I feel no pain. I lived for the world, or did I die for the world? Heed not, I say we dance just a moment longer, till we feel the pain. Don't mistake my soft stutter for fear, or the way my tongue coils in knots. I may be a bit nervous, but I feel the joy without the pain. Whisper vague words for vague emotions, and maybe I might let those phrases haunt me again. As we litter across the fragments of life, loiter in the memory's playground, I just want a moment longer. Fading fragrance, hollow shells, we've become remnants of the visage we were before. But as long as we're together I don't need a purpose in the world. I don't need a reason, you're my reason enough.