Haha, just a couple things I wrote when I was feeling down. They're pretty short and not that great.

#1:

No matter where

When I wake up I reach out for you

And you disappear

Into the oblivion

Why do you do this to me?

It’s been going on since I was a child

I’ve been waiting, pondering, wanting for you to stay through the day. By my side through the seasons and the years.

#2:

The dark. The sweat and the night. The presence…

Like many others who have posted their stories, I cannot recall the point in time when my chronic daydreams began. 

I have memories from my early childhood, or perhaps even toddlerhood, where I'd forcefully and excitedly 'run around' on all fours (hands and feet OR hands and knees), which I assume was the kinesthetic movement I employed at that age. My knees were often scraped and rough from the crawling movements. My parents would ask me why I was doing this, and I would…