Last night, when my body weighed me down,

I tried to lucid dream.

The last thing on my mind was, can I see myself?

I wanted to know, so bad, what I looked like from the outside.

I wanted to be able to feel my love without him being there.

I wanted to feel my breaths and watch myself breathe.

I wanted my eyes to open and I create what I saw.

I wanted to dance without ever leaving the bed.

I wanted to fly without ever really flying.

I wanted to travel to countries all from my room.

I wanted to be without being.

The weight of the world bogged my imagination and made my eyes force me to dream heavy.