Even when I fall asleep...

Even when I fall asleep and the current drags me into the darkness that boils me alive without mercy, I am here.

Even when I drift away, wandering spellbound by the sparks thrown off where reality rubs against illusion, I am still here.

Even when, lying down as I am, I cannot reach the sky that covers me, ready for me to fly over it, I am here.

Even if I do not know who is speaking for whom, swept along by the roles illusion gifts me, I am here.

Even when there is no hope left, my head sunk in fear's impressionable depths, I am here.

Trust me, here I always am.