I'm back here again. I know this place. I visit a lot.
It will always follow. It hides behind happiness. It waits its turn.
Longing is its herald. That's how I know. I feel it coming.
Sweet moments start fading. Reality sets in again. The series finally ends. The dream is over. I'm forced to wake.
So then, what now? What do I do? I'm in this room. It's quiet and dark. I listen, feel, think.
Time continues to pass. I can picture it. I see these things. They live in me. ..l am still here.
What's the hardest part? Knowing I never left... It just keeping growing. I just keep going. How far can I?
When will it stop? I'll begin to search. I'll run away again. I'll eventually find one. I'll get to know... I'll live somewhere else.
The cycle will repeat. I'll look for escape.