Fantasy world.

i've always longed to have a place i could call my own.
somewhere that i could confide in that has a feeling.
almost like love. like tangible love. a trip down memory lane
leaving me face down and tongue-tied. i need an escape.
and in my mind i find my place. my world to survive.
in the autumn, the heartbreak rains and reigns over my head.
the trees weep, the leaves fall and float, land on my chest.
have you ever caught the falling leaves? the crisp damp touch
that just ... breaks in your hand? shatters within your fingertips?
my world is fragile. the stars are aligned but can fall out of place;
and yet they can shoot across the sky and amaze us all.
in the winter, my world is suffocated under the silent sheets
and the whisper of dawn filters the trees like veins and i lie alone
and feel the air. i'm frozen in my world with a blue-lipped smile.
have you ever listened to the falling snow? the perfect landing
of individual shapes on your doorstep, and you step out on the earth
and you watch it disappear and melt instantly undearneath your feet?
my world can be trod down. the snow will always melt and die;
and yet it can create a scene of beauty that is left untouched.
in the spring, the flowers are alive and i'm running
with my spirit hand in hand; my only companion in this crusade
running through the forest; what's left behind is left behind.
my world is in the present. the past can mean so little, and so much.
but the future won't be with you. the future knows i'll still be here.
in the summer, the sunlight beams through the glade
and i'm thriving in the abundance of life, i'm sleeping under sunset.
have you ever watched the sun dip behind the hills? the warmth depletes
and all that's left is the dark air, the street-lights haze; ignited city streets.
my world is artificial. my world isn't real. but in my imagination,
it's all that i can think about. it's the place i belong.