He dreams of Utopia. But Utopia does not dream of him.
Poor naive boy, some would say.
Why believe in what does not believe in you?
I do not pity him.
I envy him.
For what a wonderful thing to dream of the impossible
In hopes that one day it will dream of you.

empty walls.
  time stalls.
    isolation.
     crowded halls.
      busy malls.
       anxiety.
        five hundred miles per hour in my head.
time.
space.
           gone.
so many,
        and yet,   so few.
me, me, me,
    now you.
inhale, exhale,
     breathe.
      blink.
      function.
dysfunctional . . .
brain drain, what's your name?
sleep.