Dream

All I can think is that I must have made you, conjured you, as if by the very magic you live by. You must be a dream.

When the whole world is falling out from under me, I smile and enjoy it as you hold out your hand to save me. I'm enjoying this tumultuous danger. I'm relishing this fear as I'm forced to leap or fall with the floor beneath me. There is no one to catch me and no safety net. That is the rush. I laugh to hide that I'm scared. I shun your aid and fall alone.

I want to keep living this dream. I think life should become vibrant orange and have lots of adventures. I want a room of mirrors. I want my work to be seen. I want and want but will not take.

I am a complete mess right now with no logical train of thought.