I awaken to the blinding sun.
Just like every day in this miserable world.
How I wish it were night again.
Longing to quietly slip back in to the world I first belonged.
The world were I no longer need to hide my true self.
The world were magic is a miracle.
The world were love always seems to fined me.
a world un like the one i see through conscious eyes.
a world of my dreams, my whishes, and soul.
a world were i never have to pretend I'm happy.
i can speak freely as i chose.
and i am heard. I'm am heard above all.
were my mined never has to keep from thinking.
a world were i am me.