Dreams are our Reality: Walter
He got lost in it all, but he did not lose himself. On the contrary, what he lost was where he was. In it’s place was where he wanted to be, was supposed to be. His heart took him there.
They often asked where he went, when he went there, and brought him back. Though only temporarily, because he could never truly leave. His mind took him there.
He did not have sufficient answers for them when he resurfaced and they thought him incompetent, weird, because of it. He wasn’t. There was a fire in him where he went that reduced to a subtle spark when he came back. But they never noticed. How could they? He wasn’t there, he was somewhere else. His soul took him there.
This was how it was for him. He went, they called, he came back.
They would call it a daydream, the embodiment of deep thoughts that distracted him from the present. But to him, it was reality where he went; the dream was where he was.
He went to where his heart took him, they called, and he came back.
He went to where his mind took him, they called, and he came back.
He went to where his soul took him, they called, and he came back.
He went there again. And he did not come back.
Because this time, it was his body that took him.