A beautiful, sad piano melody
plays through my head,
getting louder and louder
as it progresses and
more and more lovely.

There is a forest,
very dense and foggy.

There are only dark greys,
greens, and blue-greens, all blending.

There is movement.
I am running.

But it isn't me.
She hardly looks like me.

She is much more beautiful.
She is running and crying.

It is unclear whether
she is searching or escaping.

I can hear her pitiful sobs
over the music only barely.
She is glowing.

I am in my room,
but then I am on my back,
in the forest.

I thrash and claw at everything
like an animal.

I am tearing my skin off,
but there is more underneath.

I scream and cry as my eyes bulge
and I begin to sweat.
I have to break free!

There is something else beneath me,
but no one can see it.

I am trying to find it,
but even I allude myself.

The music is drowning me out now
as I begin to fade.

Am I a ghost?
I am translucent.
And then I am gone.

I am back in my room again;
the music is fading.

I plead to go back to the forest.
It is where I belong.

But the music does not listen.
It plays quieter and into silence.

And with the piano,
I too am gone.