Dreaming

What's the use when each day is a grey as the one before? When no colours creep in with the rising sun, everything faded now. Four walls, they may as well be a prison, my own hell. And yet here I stay and things will never change. You will never see me as I see you. Such untold beauty, it hurts my soul to think of such things. Yet in my dreams we are free, and I see you walk towards me, hear words you will never say. We kiss and it is as though my whole world is shaking, yet it is only me waking. I find myself alone once more, with only fading memories of that which will never be real.