To leave or not to leave. That is my question. Nothing but the walls.. the pillows.. the mirror. Damn the mirror. Fuck the mirror. Or fault the reflection? What is the reflection? Is it you? Me? Anybody? Somebody? Nobody? Day in.. day out. Same people with the same thoughts from the same dreams. Inferior dreams. Normal dreams. Regular dreams. Typical dreams. Dreams my dreams laugh at. There’s laughter in my dreams. And happiness. Security. But how do I reach them? Reality to dream is a road less traveled. But why? To leave or not to leave. To leave.. that is my dream.