I keep dwelling in a Thought

I keep dwelling inside this thought, Which is why I have my eyes closed most of the time. . . I keep diving inside this thought of mine, Past millions of stars, spaces and earths, And none of it is real. I wonder where sanity crosses the line And surpasses what seems to be sane, Enabling my mind to know what it is to feel. I don’t want regrets inside my chest, Where trashy treasures are stored, Dreams and wishes, fantasies of Princesses and Dragons are weaved Together to create unknown reflections, That from time to time appear in the shadows. I am dwelling in a thought. . . Which is why you never hear me out. . . Drowning after falling from my starry skies. . . I am sick of fighting a situation already fought, Which is why my vocal cords will not shout. . . I keep diving, evading all your chocolate covered lies. I wonder when will I reach my own hands, Grasp the short breath of tranquility, Erase the feeling of dependency. . . Stop Needing you. . . stop Missing you. . . Lies of the sort that create you. . . Stop feeding off of me. . . Stop kissing me. . . Away from this Earth.