When You Turned Into Dandelions

Trauma ruins my mental health.
Being mentally ill sometimes feels like walking toward death.

Every corner of my world is haunted by memories I wish I could unsee.
I keep asking myself , "How do I escape this invisible cage?",
"Can dream be my refuge?", "A secret door out of the real world?
Or will someone, somehow, come into my life and make me feel like I'm inside a dream I never want to wake up from?"

"Oasis, nasaan ka na?"
I whisper into the breeze, sitting on a spot that feels like a memory, familiar, warm, and distant. The flower field stretches endlessly around me, yet I am alone.

Still, I wait for someone I know will never exist... at least not here.

"Dahlia, you believe in me?"

I turn around slowly, my breath catching in my throat.
There he is, a silhouette bathed in soft light, the outline of someone I thought was only born in my dreams.