The Other Person

There’s a whole other life in my head
A whole other person’s day to day breathe judging me for not living up to the potential it demands of me
A whole other shoes I sometimes wish I walk in, a whole other reality that awakens my dreams
A whole other person who’s loved and been loved,
A whole other personality who’s unscared of her flaws
A whole other being living happily with the shadows of the same characters I live unhappily with.

Are we each other’s past? Future? Or are we living side by side vicariously through each other?
I feel a love for this being
A love that is sad, jealous and wanton
This other being that may live my life better than me, and is yet constrained by the laws that govern imaginative realities
A being that I’m too shy to ink, too inferior to create, too unintelligible to understand, too afraid to relate.

Hope lives on in the tip of my tongue
And maybe she won’t be an unsung song
And maybe she will be the being who lived and has come to life