under the golden light,
he was dressed in a red sweater
the luminance bounced off of his cheeks,
and his outlook played along with the scenery

he laid surrounded by flower petals
and carefully ran each fragment between his fingers,
feeling the softness as if it were a safe haven;
an escape from his constant bustle

he remembered back to the days
when freedom and liveliness were necessities,
but in that moment in time,
he felt calmer than ever before

as time continued on,
he picked up the book and mouthed the words
something about a dream, he said
maybe this was always our reality