To believe in a world in where you don't exist, frightens me.

You're apart of my beautiful world but with a faint and translucent body, I can see right through you.

You're disappearing from my reach and around us, everything is in flames.

You stand in-front of me, you're gaze unwavering but clearly, everything is falling apart.

I want to run to you, to piece you together but I know that if I do, I'll bring upon my body to fry in trying to reach you and fix you.

So I'll stay here, where I stand, this beautiful world of mine falling apart and into ashes like withering paper - you along with it.