I look at a silhouette of a couple walking, sitting, hugging

And I start hallucinating about myself being one of them.

During the moment, the second, the past

I am indulged into my imagination and thoughts

I don’t know how to step out of the brief dream

That I was able to experience and feel.

The slightest touch, the look dictated me

Completely controlling my body and thoughts.

If I didn’t want to see anything but you

It was possible.

Instantly, all became walnuts, squirrels, squash.

I started smelling roses and carnations

Through the snowy, wintry paths.

Watching the greens sprout with much potency

Their life was enough to bring a smile upon my face.

Radiating so much heat and light,

It was even hard to ignore my ‘usually miniscule existence.’

Yet, just as the clouds block life from entering the Earth’s atmosphere,

A pall covered my chocolate brown eyes

Turning its color to charcoal brown.  Dirty and ugly.

Rain fell on my lifeless cheeks,

Hoping to reinvigorate and cultivate my smile.

I soon started walking on water.

Ready to sink any time.

Already starting.

Well, now I know I couldn’t have been Jesus.

Then all began to blur.

Nothing mattered.

As I held my head in my two hands,

I tried squeezing my brain to force a droplet of resolution.

Nothing worked.

All I felt was agony and sadness that didn’t even exist.

Then you came by,

Listened,

And responded.

Hope.

A door to the skies seemed to open,

As I poured out my tears onto a silver tray for scrutiny.

You stayed.

You cared.

I thanked.

For being.