Dreams and Reality

The repetitive whirling sound of the fan,
…A beautiful beach with clear waters and sand…
The mushy, stale air locked in the room,
…Or a bustling, lively street filled with people in the noon…

The Monster In Me

There is something scary living inside me,
Of me, he asks of someone I cannot be.
A replica of his soul,
He wants to cast me in his mold.