Stay Sleeping

Like a ghost, the past haunts my dreams. It floats through my mind as an apparition of one I so long ago loved. Each painful pass reminds me of what can only exist in the seconds of stolen time we can manage to free. Every gliding step carries with it the echo of truth that the past has long since gone and with it went my naive vision of a storybook life. Still I chase my phantom, if only to spend a second longer warmly surrounded by my beloved blanket of illusion, guarded from the icy sting of the reality I must someday face.