Only in fantasy.
Gazing up at the ceiling after waking from a dream, I ponder whether I’ll survive this life. I’m still fighting for it but countless boundaries keep repeating. I’m constantly observing history unfold.
Perhaps I’m just a dreamer, losing myself in my own world. That’s what troubles me. Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I feel nothing. No more lonely nights. Don’t forget me even when the lights go out.
I’ve travelled many miles to live just as my dreams have. But when those miles end everything I live in becomes fantasy – a dream watching people’s lives not their dreams, just a smooth distant journey.
There’s no pain in fantasy but there’s a lot of pain in waking world. Please help me but only help myself. Keep repeating the same things. Please keep me in fantasy.
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