Imagining my hands around her waist holding her as if I’ll never let her go. Her body so close to mine. Gently kissing her neck. Smelling her perfume & looking into her eyes right before I tell her I love her, but she doesn’t respond. My only explanation is that she’s not real. I’m tired of dreaming.

Lately I’ve been to myself; thinking back on what I was; where I should be; and wondering why I am not there yet

If I had wings I’d fly away; having dreams while I’m awake; eyes open; not moving; talking about things I’m not doing