I notice everything.

From her coy smirk to your shiny things.

The pace of the twitches on his face to the way that my hemline clings.

It's a gift and a curse.

The visions I see can never be real for anyone but me.

My imagination is so consumed by creation that I am consistently disappointed by reality. 

That's the truth of what it's like to see what I see. 

A series of theories which in my mind resonate clearly but can't be described properly.

Dreams, themes and old tattered things.

Waiting to become a song

for my soul to sing. 

Copyright, Kaycee Phillips 2017