I once had a dream about the open world,
where the grass was greener on the other side
and the fields were filled with flowers
and there was water trickling along the ground.
I drank the water,
I ran through the grass,
I rolled in the dirt,
I lept through the breeze,
I was free.
Then I saw a person,
no, an animal
and they were laying in the dirt
a cat-like creature bathing in the sun.
It was Scrappy.
I ran to them,
I called to them,
I said, "I'm here! I'm here!"
I lept and cried with joy
I said, "It's me Scrappy, It's me!"
When I got closer though
it was as if the sky had blackened
the grass was greyer
and I stopped hearing the water.
I shook Scrappy, saying, "Wake up!"
I shook them again
but they didn't respond
and I sat beside them
I shook and shook
I was now shouting,
"Please don't leave me!"
"Wake up!"
"Please don't leave, Scrappy!"
But they never responded
and it felt like I was falling
falling into a pit of nothing again
falling into me again
falling into my despair
that was always there
and always will be.
Forever.