So I fell asleep, under the bridge...

Sleeping and Dreaming.

Don't wake me lest I lose this image of perfection I only find when I close my eyes.

Allow me peaceful slumber, and utter bliss.

Allow me to fall deeper into this sleep, and if I never wake, at least you know I was happy.

In this place where my imagination has free reign, I can be free.

Free to believe that everything will be alright and that I have nothing to worry about.

Free to feel vulnerable, insecure, immature, and to succumb to my girlish ways.

Free to laugh when things don't seem funny, and cry because it feels good.

In this place, this place of devotion, this place devoid of interruption and the pain derived from pleasure, 

In this place, I hide them.

My heart that beats so fast when you're close, and slows down for the kiss.

My emotions that run wild and ridiculous because they know not what to do with themselves.

My pain that must be ignored and insignificant so that no one sees it.

My life, so spontaneous, so outlandish, a work of art on the Most High's canvas.

My joy, sporadic and intense, just what I need to get through the day.

In this place they reside, and in this place they will stay.

To bridge the gap between dream and reality, I must first bridge the gap between you and I.

But the bridge is rather long, and the water is so cold, I know I will need your help.

However, wanting to build this bridge and needing your help are two opposite things.

Having the courage to finally admit that I want a bridge built is an obstacle I must overcome alone.

Needing your help to build it is where tend to recoil.

I wait, patiently for you to express your desire to join my building efforts.

But the longer I wait, the longer it will take, for the bridge to be built.

And what I once wanted, I no longer have interest in.

Its either that, or I need a new contractor.

What I really need is cooperation, dedication, and a lil bit of elbow grease.

I like the way you work with your hands, and I don't really want to look elsewhere when all I want is right here.

How do I say this to you?

How do I tell you that I need your help, without sounding helpless?

How will you ever know if I don't tell you?

How do I keep finding myself at this body of water, waiting for my bridge to be built, and waiting alone?

How do I escape?

Easy, I take a nap. 

And in my dream, all is well.

And in my dream I am happy.

And in my dream I can hide.

When I don't want you to know how long I was waiting, or that I need your help.

When I realize that you were never willing to help.

I take back the supplies for the bridge, and bring home supplies to rebuild my fortress.

Its newer this time, and even more impenetrable than the last.

So I rebuild my fortress, and it protects me.

Me, and everything else I hide in my dreams.