A Daydreamer's Truth

Caught in stories,

entangled in thoughts,

though not in thoughts of this reality.

An overthinker at heart and mind, 

yet overthinking is left behind,

when escaping to a different world.

A completely other universe,

many universes,

surround me,

drown me,

and I,

close my eyes,

embracing.

Yet sometimes,

I am jarred back to reality,

this reality.

Sometimes escaping doesn't come easy. 

Sometimes the stories remain stories. 

It feels like waking up.

It feels like relief.

Until I'm reminded,

why I escaped in the first place.

Something, someone pulled me out of the other universe.

Now I am here again,

and the feelings held at bay,

want attention.

And the door,

the polished oak door,

engraved with precious words,

decorated with carvings,

surrounded by a magical quality,

is closed,

with only a window circle,

to offer a peek into what lies within.

I was offered a hand,

and I took it.

But now I need to hold onto that,

hold on tight,

to have something else to surround myself with.

Something else to escape into.

I hope

maybe,

that,

I won't have to continue escaping. 

Maybe I won't have to escape into this if I can escape within this.