Alternate Universe


Will my world ever be completely real, what is really real?
Reality is never real, I don't care a flying flip about existential matters, trying to understand any thing. I just want to feel. I want to feel our relationship, not caring what any of it means. Eliminating barriers between me and my feelings. Trying to understand is an alternate universe of mind games and circular questions with no clear  answers

There she sits on the roof gracing a floral and gifts store
Along route 66 in Arizona.  She never moves, I don't care it's a still picture anyway.

You, however, are real in motion in more than one way
I don't care, even a little to understand questions about you
Only to talk and feel my mind pick up pace, never wondering why, or what , or how, and only feeling your reality touching mine embracing that moment For just that moment
Letting go of everything, letting it fly into the face of doubt