Another oldie.

Slowly I walk into your room and see your sleeping form rise gently and swallow you whole. You're mildly indifferent. Too innocent for your own good. I have once seen you stare at the screen in awe of the truth around. How horrific. To hear the passing sounds outside the window and looking back at you to see you still sleeping is strange; not even worried. You seem to know who you are in this moment of truth. Your dreams create a barrier and I can't touch what I can not know. I cringe when a sound of an alarm goes off. I suddenly bolt out of bed in surprise and like always I was dreaming of a younger more lively replica. Beauty had no standards and butterfly's were like toys without a cost. How close we once were to finding the fairy of the woods and how short handed we came up because we had to grow up. Disappoint was never a word, it was frown and a spanking and off to bed you went. Life was simpler and now my sweat covered pillows tell me of the truth. I am no longer who I once was. How utterly saddening. Another day...just another routine. Simple until you pull back the sheets of time to see the whole truth of the matter. Maybe then people could see why the distance in one persons eyes is like many others. They all have believed the same once, but they are now broken. Too much reality for a true hero in a sheet cape.

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