Dream a Little Dream..

My head is a bubble, which I live in, where only God and I know the contents. And some lucky loved ones who I might occasionally reveal blurbs to, if I choose, and if the situation feels right.

Some people say, pop the bubble, and make her awake.

But who said I was sleeping?

No, you're not living.

Yes I am.

I dream awake. Did you know that was possible? In my head it is.

It sounds unimaginable to you, but that's because you've never tried, or your pretty little head sits better inside the box.

I live between the seams of reality and fantasy, sometimes as an escape, but most of the time, it really  is my life.

I may get the two confused, my emotions wired, and my mind twisted and tangled, but that's the choice of an imagination let loose, running free and wild.

But I enjoy it, in a self-destructive way. It's sort of fun, to create make-believe situations, and appear strange to strangers or the familiar.

It's my movie. I function by seeing myself roaming around life, but through your lens, and his and hers.

Did that just make you think?

What did she say? What did she mean?

Hey, is she crazy?

Not at all. I'm just being me.

Simply complicated. Just like a professional perfectionist.

You can't take me out of my thoughts, I like the shadow, and the light, what you see, and what you don't.

Creations, fabrications, productions.. I love them. It makes life less dull, and more picture perfect.

Isn't that what we all want?

Don't wake me, if it's sleeping that you think I'm doing.

Don't stop me, because I am living.. I think.