It's only in my head.
The play commences.

It's only in my head.
A boy and a girl.
A romantic tale.

The spotlight flashes as one pours their heart into a glass.
The girl salts the damage.
The boy gulps and vanish.

But, it's only in my head.
The girl was in love with you.

It's only in my head.
The boy was Romeo, caught in the blues.

It's only in my head.
The play continues again.

If I can touch your hand for a moment,
I will be blessed.

If I can hold your arm as we walk the winter gardens,
I will be blessed.

If I can fly with you to the sunsets,
I will be blessed.

You are a treasure that needs to be cherished.

Simplicity.
Complexity.

All I need is to breathe.

Formality.
Familiarity.

There is a person who awaits for me.

Three words.
No home to return to.
I want to feel again.
I want to see again.

So,
I run away.

My spirit is locked away in a dusty corner.
The metal bars are painted gold.
My finite form is shaped like a star.
A smile of confinement.

In the time of love,
I am locked in a dungeon.
My heart is bleeding from the silver chains.
Then, small slight steps approach the bars of hate.
Your eyes stared into mine.
A fairy-tale with no true beginning.

My mind relaxes with voices dancing around me.
Laughter rings like the Bells singing in the morning.
The Earth rattles as the sunrise conducts the piece of Spring.

The streams by the park hum a hymn to awaken the woodland creatures.
As they dance and prance their morning routine,
I lay back and observe.

I observe the picture drawn before me.