Maladaptive daydream.

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; 

  If - by Rudyard Kipling

I’ve been walking in circles

Sometimes I walk in circles

I walk in circles for many minutes

And I wish I could do it for many hours

Living inside my head is so enjoyable

And if my life were to be only these fragments of happiness

I would be fine

I’ve been spinning, spinning, spinning

And I’ve been getting dizzy too

But the music blasting through the speakers is so enjoyable

I wish I could exist like this

Or perhaps, not exist at all

Since I feel my soul dance outside my body

The way I dance outside my room

I’ve been acting scenes and talking alone

I got loads of friends of my own 

And though I try to leave my home

It’s just so enjoyable to pretend that I’m full-grown 

Dreams are so interesting to me, because they occupy my thoughts in many different ways.  For instance, because I have a terrible sleeping schedule, sometimes I sleep during the day and have pretty vivid dreams. Violent dreams, creepy dreams, happy dreams. 

Sometimes I’m just an empty vessel and I don’t have a single passion or motivation in life; I don’t have a single dream, even though I was full of them just a couple of years ago. 

And sometimes, I just daydream. Maladaptive daydream. 

Yes, they have control over me. At least something’s in the driver’s seat.