I’ve fallen into a world of endless sleep, but I cannot dream.

In my lap lies a fortune telling ball, yet I can only see the past.

I am burdened by the things I find myself doing and still I have done nothing.

The world moves around me these days. Placed still to weather the seasons, like a dilapidated park bench providing a surface for moss and liche to grow rampant in a war for the territory upon my skin. The wind blows. The moon chases the sun across the sky. It is here that I will wait.

Her gaze has been fixed upon me for so long. I remain basking in the warmth of it. The radiance of her presence could cause sunflowers to stand straight on a rainy day.

It’s only now after years of rest I can see it. That there before me, she is my dream, my future, and by her side I am a sturdy stalk of a sunflower reaching towards the sky above.