Beautiful Dreams

She grabs her phone on the side of her bed

She turns it on

Just one tap

And she’s whisked away to bit world

The world on her fingertip

Tapping on the glass

Taking a peek of what’s out there through someone else’s window

Glancing snippets of lives’ flashy moments

The bad and sorrow hidden away

Screened by filters and forced laughters

Foregrounded by Mai Tai, engagement rings, and perfect partners

Tricked with make-ups, muscle cars, and inspirational quotes

But she seems content

Living life through other lives

Her head wrapped with a red cloth

Her vein infused with her only hope

She would dream

And imagine her feet on their shoes

How wonderful it must have been

To experience the outside world

But sometimes

A dream is a dream only

The flower petals are falling

The fruit baskets are starting to take too much space

Her bed is getting warm

So she would turn over

Drifting away

To her own Neverland

Perhaps it’s better to see from up there

All is revealed

The good, and the ugly

The fake, and the real

Maybe for once

She can actually see and feel

Anything in the outside world

She has always dreamed of