I have a vision,
A huge glass heart suspended in the air,
And me with a sledge hammer.
I can see the shattered shards spray across the floor.
And I dissolve into nothing.
Within my soul I have a dark place to harbour these images.
A place I hide
And embrace my pain.
There is a single chair standing in the corner,
Waiting for the only one that can occupy it.
I can retreat to this sanctuary when the world grows too much.
I can escape from reality and dream of the one upon the chair.
How they use to look at me
And how I was the most important person in their life,
Like they still are in mine.
Sometime I could lock myself in this room,
Alone with my dream,
And never face the world again.
It would be easier,
And even more rewarding,
But I must go on.
There is a chance that I can exchange the dream for the real thing,
Or find a suitable replacement,
And build a new room with a new chair.