the floor was wet, and slippery.
beautiful shades of brown, and as the floor started to shake,
it fell through,
to an abyss, or so I thought.
As I float through space, looking around me covered in stars,
a doorway opens, and I fall through.
I start to scream, and I start to yell as
branches start to scratch me and there I fell.
Lost, and alone
I look around me.
"I hear crickets." I say, confused and on guard.
But it's quiet, and it's peaceful.
I walk and I hear leaves crunch under me, the oranges and the yellows.
Another door appears, an arm reaching through this space.
"You finally made it! You're here!"
I grab his hand and walk through.

Here I am in an empty room.
Cement floor, staring at you.
It isn't really you, just a television screen.
Is this all real or just a dream?
White screen, a fuzzy white screen,
Staring at you, staring at me.
Television as a face, on top of your body.
I stare at you, as you stare at me.

The walls start to melt.
The floor begins to shake.
Feels like an earthquake.
There's nothing to grab, grass grows under my feet.
It changes into the woods, the forest is where we meet.

I stare at you, as you stare at me.
Your body and your face a television screen.
Nobody's talking but then I see, on this white screen, showing all our memories.
Hide me into you, take me where you go.
Let's climb this tree right here, your hold on me, you won't let me.

White screens everywhere, they fall from the sky.
This is just a mindset, birds they fly.
They start to fall as their screams shake the dirt.
Nothing is what it seems, my heart starts to hurt.
I fall to my knees.
My body turns white.
Snow begins to fall.
Blood from my eyes.

I can't stare at you, but you can stare at me.

I wake up in a hospital bed.
This was all a dream.

i am a willow tree swaying in the wind
storms and strong winds have flown around me.
but here I stay.
for I am a force, and cannot be withered away.
no lightening, no thunder, no tornado or rain
could make me be any less than I am
for I am a willow tree.