surreal

i know this place… i’ve seen it before
in my dreams.
i am always the only soul here, and yet
i am never alone…
in this place the familiar warmth is my company,
it is my refuge…
my dream…
and my home…?
 
…can it be home?
no, i can’t live in my dreams…
can i?
…then…is this a dream?
i’m standing here, but…
is this real?
is this of truth, in existence…
or is this just my dream,
manifesting itself on false hopes of a surreal reality?
do i want to know?
where do i want to be?
 
…i want to be here, wherever “here” is.