We turn to colourful screens
Which show the lives we want,
To lend us a helping hand
In forgetting the lives
We have out here.
We drink in all that fantasy,
And, wanting to escape
Our cruel realities,
The static and the pain,
We choose to dream.
We let them choose our dreams
For us. We yearn for all those lies,
Because what else is left
For us to do?
Confront reality?
Oh no…
That hurts too much already…
But are they truly lies?
They’re better when it comes
To comforting us.
This love
Cannot be fake.
The warmth we feel inside,
That they give us,
Is the only one we have.
Outside, there’s suffering,
Inside, there’s suffering,
But not there.
That’s where colour is.
So, we choose to escape.
– Patricia