Of I and Me

In dreams she speaks to me,
The way it was always meant to be.
In time these moments freeze.
Preserving this,
Our eternity.
Finding solace in the possibilities,
Of my alternate realities.
Where my happiness is drawn to me
And can't  escape so easily.
A contrast to this current state,
In which my being emulates
The optimism of what could be,
Cocooned in negativity.
The metamorphosis of I and Me.