Where am I? Nothing, but a lost island. I look around and all I find is sea, water calm and still, and the night has fallen dark on my surroundings. It is cold and breezy, and I am wearing nothing but a dream. No stars in the sky tonight, I don't know where I am. In my hair there are twigs and branches, no sense in trying to brush it, so many knots it would hurt. I know how I got here, I swam in the sea of hope while it was still day, and then the sun began to dawn and I found this earth, and now that the night fell, I am nothing but a lost hope. Could I wait until the light of day? Oh, how comforting is the sun, I remember it, how it plays with the skies and paints it with all the colours. But now there is nothing but black and cold. I am a dream, all I do is think, I can put myself together and create something beautiful, I can make art out of sadness and the hollow, but on this island I see nothing to work with. This is the island of the lost, I decided, and here I am broken. How long will the night last, how long can I stand without the sun? A dream unseen is a dream that does not exist, and all I want to do is shine. But I am lost. I touch the water with my foot, it's even colder than the air, and it burns with it's icy waves. A dream always knows what to do, a dream can always find the way around, but how to create a lead, if there is no light? I am lost, and I am alone. Where have all the other dreams gone? How did I divide from the rest so drastically without noticing? I thought we were swimming together, but now I think, I lost my way from them. How did my hair got so messy? I should try to brush it, even if it hurts, but now, I don't want to. I don't want to do nothing, I can't seem to find the inspiration without my beautiful skies. I am alone. I think, this way, I will fade away before the lights come again, how does a lost, broken dream survives alone? How do I live, without someone to dream me? I try to dream myself, I myself have become the subject I tend to work on; something sad. But how do I convert myself into something beautiful? I don't have any tools on this island, how come I have swam all my way here without anything other than me? What a foolish little dream I am.
I put my feet in the water again, it's icy cold but still. My feet will eventually get used to it, as I will get used to the loneliness, but oh, how I don't want to be alone, not on this starless night. I don't mind being on my own if there is sunlight, or moonlight, if there is wind to play with, and autumn leaves to paint with. But how lost I am, how am I to survive? I have been forgotten, or hated, my dreamer left me to die, surely, without someone to dream me, how not to fade away? Remember me, oh, remember me, dreamer, bring me back sunlight, give me a clear sky, give me the light with which I'll make the way, I know I can, I am the best at finding hope, I'll help you, only, believe in me, please. Don't forget me, don't let me go, don't hate me. I don't want to die.
What a selfish dream I am. But what else could I do right now, there is nothing to look at. I can't feel my feet anymore. I am scared, I live the twigs and branches untouched on my knotty hair, and my feet are still on the water. I lay down on the sand of this small island, and I look up, but there is nothing more than black.
I feel like my eyes are closed, but they are not. What difference would it make? I close my eyes, and I feel sleepy, so I fall into slumber.
And as I sleep
I disappear
