ChangeDreams, the things we look forward to every night.
Sometimes hard to fall asleep, as we have much on our mind.
Sitting there, thinking. "What shall I dream tonight?"
"Shall I dream about flying to the moon, or sitting at home?"
"Maybe being happy for once, or travelling the world?"
And soon, I drift away, as I feel the world spinning, and spinning.
I am here, but not really here.
I look to my hands, but they aren't there.
I feel myself floating. I close my eyes, and I float away.
And as I do, I see my past and present jet pass me, with every detail I can remember.
The happiness, the sadness, the anger.
I see a body, which slowly fades away.
I feel myself slowing down, and floating to the ground.
Nothing around me, except a full sized mirror staring me out.
I look to the floor, and look back up, to see a body.
I see it draining again, except in between, a blue soul floats.
It slowly floats away, leaving only an empty shell.
Suddenly, the mirror cracks, and fades away. I look at my hands