Future

It seems tempting, at times, to retreat permanently into the past.

However, if I were to do that, I'd not be able to see the future, and would never again stand in awe.

...because whilst I dream, I forget all my woes.

Dreaming of Love

It used to be that I'd dream of an ideal mate.
And now, even 5 years later, I dream only of past love.

Home

Where is home?  Feel like I'd like to go there.

Is home my lonely apartment?  Is it where my family is?  Where my friends are?

They say that home is where the heart is, and I believe that.  My heart, though, is fragmented, and surely, far from here.

As a child I was happy to have so many places to call home, but over time, these places have drifted.  I've drifted; and reaching any of them has become so difficult.

Maybe someday things'll be easier, but until then...

I'll smile for them whenever I can.

Without context...

Past

'Tis quite aggravating when the past attempts to force its way into the present.

You've already had your time, past.
I'll call you if you're needed.

Worlds

It can be hard to believe that a world exists, until you're looking at it yourself.

Dream

My dreams feel so real.
At times it's difficult to tell the difference.

Am I dreaming now?
I don't think so; and yet...

Left Alone

As a child, I wanted to be left alone.
As an adult, I FEAR being left alone...

Waiting

I often feel like I'm waiting for something, but for what, I don't know.

The object of my desires escapes me, as does the memory of what I was waiting for.