I am a sucker for dreams.

Suffocating underneath depression and dark thoughts
Disguising the truth with layers of anxiety and dust
I am a sucker for dreams.

If a "wishing fluff" touches my leg while I'm falling asleep to
Another
Episode
Of overthinking
Playing on repeat in my head
Dancing ballad Black Swan on my heart
On a crowded train
I would lean down
Pick it up
And the stranger who sits opposite of me
Whose eyes and their unspoken confusion
I would accidentally meet on my way up
I would smile at him
Because
I am a sucker for dreams.

I would make a wish
The generic "I just wish to be happy"
Or the
"Please let there be a tomorrow
Where depression and anxiety are locked behind bars
Begging me on their knees for help"
Just like ten thousand times a day
I beg them for mercy
I beg them for freedom
I beg them for happiness
But oh my
Sometimes
Like once a month or something
At 5:31am or 2:27pm
I would smile too
Because there's a "wishing fluff" flying by
Like a paper airplane destined to land
In that place from my dreams
Moonlight on the lake
Piano keys composing the most haunting melody
That "wishing fluff"
Is a reminder for me
There is still hope
There is somewhere where music is not ghostly cries
Somewhere where dreams do come true
For a sucker for dreams like me.

Even with 3% battery left
I would not use my phone for music
Nor to check social media
I would use my final breath
To type up
These words
These dreams
Because they are life
They are who I am
Because
I am a sucker for dreams.