Why live when I’m always dreaming,

Dreaming constantly.
Travel Dreams–
Art Dreams–
Love Dreams–
France Dreams–
Dreams of being Beautiful.
Awake,
Asleep,
All of these make me weep.

Trapped in this soulless place.
Surrounded by sunshine, and fake laughs.
Nothing seems to drown these thoughts.

My only escape is million of minutes away.

I am a slave of time