she sits in a dark room reminding her of how loneliness could be every man's greatest fear. she shuts her eyes and dreamt endless dreams in which she ran wild with laughter, shared smiles with strangers, napped on clouds and flew like butter.
do not wake her up. she is trapped in a symmetry of your mind. reality is not any happier than you are. we are all casualties who casually seeks comfort in dreams. let us all walk mountains, climb moons, run oceans, swim hills. there is no time for revolution, there is only time to dream.
life forsake dreams. indeed, life is a vicious cycle who traps the weak within mirrors wishing of what could have been. she thought me to break away from my reflection and to cross the thin line between sanity and insanity. mind like an oxymoron because nothing matters. that is your mind over matter.