My Dreams

My Dreams

A Poem by Ennay

My Dreams



I do this thing..
Called Maladaptive Daydreaming.


I can be wide awake.

And it’s like I’m somewhere else.


I could do this for hours on end.

Daydreaming about a life like mine but..


Different.


And everytime I do.

I dream of my future.


Of what it could be like.

How I’ve always wanted it to be.


When I was younger.

I used to dream about a family.


About that library I’ve always wanted.
With the little cafe.


I still dream of that place.

And the warm feeling it creates.


But now the dreams of that family have become more clear.

I can see children, a dog, and a husband..


Yet I can see them more clearly now.

As if maybe it could become a reality.


As if he really exists now.

If that makes any sense..


But I can see it now.

© 2024 Ennay


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Added on November 30, 2024
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Ennay
Ennay

Midland, NC



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