Writing

Type the words and slip

through the pixels, 

into that world of yours,

your other one,

the one that roams freely during sleepless

3ams,

the one that is a whole somehow,

where taking a step into it feels like 

a deja-vu,

of some other life you had.

Know the faces and

hear the voices, 

like you've tipped over into

full-on hallucinations,

where it's real and also not at all.

Add in actual sunsets, mornings, skies you've seen

and noted

but put them through your creations' eyes instead,

and wonder how they feel to look at them.

Place items on their bedside tables,

pick out clothes for them like a mother might,

breathe thoughts into their empty heads.