Falling asleep in my imagination

Jun 08, 2008 - 01:10 AM PST

This existence can be so hurtful.
I want to be more than a face in the room.
Why ignore me sitting there?
You all claim my friendship, as if just another number to be added to you collection.
You never hesitate to take advantage.
I never hesitate to say no.
I go to bed each night wishing to be more.
I want to be seen.
To be known.
But in this world I am nothing.
I lay in bed at night staring at the little bumps on the ceiling.
They become a mountain range.
I become someone else.
Perhaps tonight I am an adventurer.
I seek the golden Totem of some long forgotten people.
I fight savages.
Rescue women.
Find the treasure.
Get the girl.
Become famous.
Become noticed.
This is not my dream.
This is the world into which I escape.
So I may forget this world, if only long enough to drift to Nod.
Lose myself in the world that exists in my head, while in my bed.