Daydreaming can kill you.
When the empty walls around you pull
themselves closer to you and the faint echo of your past self lingers
in the white rooms, it's easy to escape into the world you have
created. Just let go of everything else for a while and sink in the
depth of your inner reality.
The never ending flow of imagination can
cuddle you up like the person who never walked into your life. It
will embrace you in its loving arms as you dive deeper in the dream
that you can just barely touch. It will comfort you, be your partner
through the cold nights.
It's easy to imagine love, just the way
you would need it. There are no sharp edges in daydreams, no
breaking points in the heart that is not beating in the real world. Just the
sweet bliss of being where you need to be, when you need to be.
You can make up all the beauty of it,
create new storylines for your twisted needs. New day means a new
dream and you can't get enough. Just imagine yourself the love and
lust you've wanted, build a whole new future for yourself, even if it's just for a
few seconds, until it all starts to crash down when the reality leaks
into your bubble of fantasies.
Of course there's always hope. Hope
that it will lead you to your destination. Bring out new
possibilities. Give you the right direction to reach the imaginary
cities you've build. Maybe you are developing your own story and by
dreaming, you will have a happy ending after all.
You just have to keep the truth nearby
so you don't crash too fast, fall too hard, if the clouds underneath
your utopia fade away.
Daydreaming can kill you, yet it is the
only thing that will keep you alive.
