I wanted time alone
to feel the dreams inside,
my hope was kept alive
but it had trouble breathing.

I colored pages with the brushes of waiting,
dipping into colors
as i vainly tried creating,
but i misconstrued the turning of the world.

I searched for solitude when I could never be alone inside,
I desired the warmth of company
and the hope that love provides.

I hurt myself with my abandoned way,
of never letting people stay,
around me to surround me,
with their light as bright as day.
I walked in the nightshade of lonliness,
and cut myself on the impersonality of my nature.

I hated myself and felt quite sure
the world was pure,
except for me.

But you helped me see that I was better than I always had believed.
And that dreams if you believe them
do come true.
Oh yes indeed.