Unraveling

Never give up on your dreams, unless they're stupid.

Unraveled.

Yeah, that's a good way to put it.

I've taken my thoughts and my dreams and woven them together to form the wool I've pulled over my own eyes, and today is the day it's all come unraveled.

Again.

And again.

More than once I've done this before and I'll do this furthermore until one day the thread of dreams runs no more.

My eyes will snap shut with the moon and nothing behind my lids will show but the cold and black that fills the gap where once my dreams would go.

Perhaps then I'll be happy.

No longer deluded by that which never was no could ever be, though something would always tug and pull and push and fight and rebel against all rhyme and reason that nothing could be more right than what I wanted to believe in.

Perhaps.

Author's Note

I swear I didn't mean for this to rhyme when I started writing it. It just kinda happened.