Self-Aware Subconscious Poem by Abigail Paul

I am a dreamer,
Mind lost in the proverbial clouds,
Cluttered with words upon words,
And infinite worlds full of people,
All of my design.

I am bored,
Plagued by it,
A perpetual state in which,
My mind retreats into my daydreams fueled by nightmares.

Yet,
It seems,
My mind always finds it's way back to you.

I never ask for it,
Sometimes I don't even want it,
But you're there,
Always,
In the back of my mind.

There is Utopian paradise,
There in apocalyptic horrors,
There in my darkest fears,
There in intimate thoughts.

Just there.