The ones that didn't get burned - 6. What i do asleep

I dream great dreams of a life that is not mine as I try to calm and cool the searing feelings that racket about back and forth until my brain can no longer take the pain of the facts that shout to me that I do not belong in this world of couples.

I dream about the days that I never had that glare at me in the face pilfering desires of pain and regret so overwhelming that the tears flood the rivers and valleys that hide me from the world that does not want me.

I dream about people who I never knew who come to me as friends and remind me that I am alone in a house fool of greed and deceit and two-faced masks that turn constantly faster and faster sucking out the air that I need to keep breathing, keep dreaming.

I dream about a place where there are no dreams just reality crafted by the sweat on my brow and the blood that trickles slowly from my arms as I reach for the sky, palms stretched thinly and painfully as if there are no longer bones holding me up.

I dream about you and me, the life, the days, the people, the place. I dream about the kiss, the hug, the touch. I dream about dreaming these things but then I dream that I am dreaming and dreams are just dreams. And I’m not dreaming anymore.