Fantasies, Realities, and Sadness

When I gaze up at the stars, all I want to do is fantasize about the unrealistic images of life. I wish I could just fly away and live on the mountain tops of Australia. In reality, nothing like this ever happens. I'm living in a fantasy dream. I hope I never wake up but.... I have to. There are days where I feel lonely and the dark gray clouds shadow over my house. I step outside and let the rain touch my body. Soaked by the wet and cold water, I wilt away like a rose petal, ready to escape my pain. As I let the rain wash away my body like hot water melting ice, my heart turns into stone. Stabbed by the prickly stems of a rose. To roam the earth with a broken heart.