"Is This My Confession?"

Dreams

"I miss you, my missus piano."
-Missus Piano by Rio Romeo

As far as I know, my dreams are just a landscape of the world I'd rather be in.
A place where nothing had happened to me,
A place where I had never killed many different versions of myself.
However, the landscape no longer exists.
It's gone now.
I can no longer return to it anymore.

They were my last dream, the dream where we went to a theme park together.
We were enjoying ourselves, having fun, eating treats and everything they had to offer.
It was a wonderful dream, but I know it's too good to be true.
Before the dream ended, I remember hugging them tightly.
The dream was ending.
The reality is disappearing and crumbling.
Because by the time I wake up, we'll be the "distant" friends once more.

And now, all I can say is that I miss them.
I read the past conversation,
The pictures we had together in games,
But my tears just keep running like a waterfall as I miss them just how I'd miss my life if I ever died.
I wish to be close to them once more.
I want to fulfil those promises,
I want to hug them to the point I don't want to let go of them.
But now,
We barely talk.
I send messages to them, but it's only by chance they'll reply.

I miss them.