The sky,

It passes me,

Quick as the wind in my hair,

My stare is unfocused,

Yet it pinpoints the beauty surrounding me,

Everything is a haze,

Life might be a dream.

My heart,

Has ceased to beat,

Soundless as the space around me,

Around seems foggy,

Yet calms me immensely,

Everything is touched

But nothing at all seems felt.

The girl,

Might be a figure of my imagination,

Empty as the clouds floating by,

Floating through life and death,

Yet breathes and moves,

Everything is behind a glass

Unbreakable, untouchable.

The people,

I grab for their hands,

Slow as if I'm stuck underwater,

Stuck in my mind and trying hard to be present,

Yet I occasionally fail to snap back into reality,

Everything is fine,

But one day I hope to say I'm happy.

Haze dream.