Woes of a Logical Person: VI- Fantasy vs. Reality

Dear Fantasy,

I love you because
Your arms embrace my dreams and
your fingers make from my noise a symphony.
Your feet dance to this tune and
your lips quiet my fears with lullabies.
When you are with mii,

I am in love.



Dear Reality,
I hate you because
Your hands sculpt statues of my worries and
your fingers weed out my dreams, one by one.
Your feet trample on my aspirations,
and your lips broadcast my uncertainties.
When you are with mii,

I am just a fool in love.