Literature
Dreaming
I'm traveling far,
as far as my mind can take me.
Running from a dream,
a specter, or maybe a memory.
As far as I run, the mirage
catches up with me,
drowning me, suffocating
under every fake what-if.
Somewhere, far, far away.
Mesmerized, perhaps, but at peace.
Where life is perfect and
peaceful, enriching.
As far as I can imagine,
and beautifully perfect in every way.
Embracing the phantom,
savoring peace within the self.
But perhaps, all of this
is just within a dream.