"Nice place to visit -- wouldn't want to live there."

I'm living in a crevice
Between two worlds.
Small yet comfortable,
No time passes here,
But reality rushes on
Too frantic to see me.
It's just as well,
We're not as close
Anymore . . .
I drift into
The myriad of
Rainbow-blinding-sunshine worlds
But quickly withdraw
Back into my mind,
Delusions of normality
(Unconvincing and naked
Of color but simple
And true-to-death).
To the blind,
The beauty of life
Restores vision in the
Darkness
That steals sight
From the seeing.
They'll never understand.
Where I am . . .
Doesn't exist
Except to me
But visitors are allowed.
When I hide from the others,
I risk detection,
But
NOTHING
Can take you
Away from me . . .

mjh