The Dreamer.

He slept in the bed of the garden.

Flowers and grass boxed him in like a casket.

Our connection was only real in his dreams.

A place I had no choice but to submit to his desires.

No choice but to abide by his imagination.

Chained by thoughts, I could not free myself from.

Could not confirm nor deny any of them.

He conquered my independence.

As he depended on me for comfort and love,

I depended on him for existence.

He knew his prolonged visits weren't wise.

He began to dream more often... hours turned into days, and days turned into months.

The vibrant color of the garden began to fade as much as his youth.

He longed to live perpetually with me in the feigned reality.

I was everything that he wanted, so knowing nothing about me created a new world for him.

He filled in the blanks, creating someone he thought I should be.

There could always be another world, another dream, another lover.

However, he couldn't resist invading my world, making it his own.

While he slept to live in his imagination, his body was dying in the physical world.

Time passed him by as much as my physical body did each morning on my daily jog.

Each time I saw him he was smiling at something I was forbidden to see.

I wondered how someone could be so happy all the time.

I always dream about a life like that.

Free from this world, always living in my own reality.

- Ce'mya