It flies by every second,

minute,

hour,

and it overloads my mind,

filling it with illusions.

For every person it's different,

different feelings and fantasies put into the space,

the endless place where it's portrayed perfectly.

so perfectly that it could be just a dream away.

Some people wish it was,

because those people wish for better,

but as for me,

it's haunting.

It's a nightmare that I can't escape from.

I wish to hope and dream like others,

but I'm incapable of it.

And sadly,

I'm trapped in their own time and thoughts...