Notebook Dreamer

I deny your reality
in favor of
my own.

I create a piece of art,
when I paint my words
across the lines
in a rainbow of inks.

I am still someone
who goes on adventures
with invisible friends
to places that don't actually exist.

I keep the room
in which I sleep
filled to the brim
with various odds and ends
that I can't get rid of.

I am always wearing
a silver band
set with a red stone
on my finger.

No one compares me
to the sun, but
instead to the moon
bleak against the sky
and not creating much light.

When it's dark, I pull
the warm material
close to my body
and borrow underneath
like a butterfly in a cocoon.

I scribble in these
wire bound pads
of lined paper.