Dream of the night
I had a dream, full of joy and wonder. I was happy.
This dream did not last, it ended to soon, it ended in flames.
After the flames and after the smoke cleared, there was nothing. No warmth, no happiness but no pain or sorrow. It was just nothing.
They told me, the nothing needed to be fix, that it needed to be talked out of me. This just made the nothing more then nothing, it made it a sad nothing.
When the world tried to fix my nothingness, it made it last longer; it turned it into a nightmare but yet I kept sleeping.
Then I realized, it was my fault, I was thinking of the nothing while I should be thinking of the dream I once had.
Each night, Each day, I would try to think of the dream, only the dream.
After a while, the nothing went away but the dream never returned. The dream was replaced with a safety. The dream was never gonna last but I know the safety would.
Though the dream, though the nothing, I found safety. It was a feeling, this would last forever.