Song: Candlelight �"
Relient K
Mood: Dreamy
If all things have a
structure, would it stand reasonable to ask you what dreams are made of?
Dreams, I know, obey no structure, for they have none to serve as a border or
limit them. They tend to swim from infinito to infinito, picking up things here
and there for their own benefit. As a child, I had dreams that were so immense;
no container could stand to the challenge. Today, those dreams are still there,
though slightly smaller because of age. As time passes by things like problems
and responsibilities emerge, making it quite difficult to fit and arrange
things in our lives. My mind has become so weary, going no further than a mere
state of being content. Sometimes dreams
are not very down to earth, a rather compelling reason as to why dreams rip
away as your reality begins to settle in. Perhaps the fall of dreams is the reasons
why people go downhill with their lives, and see a high that will never come.
Soon dreams fade into goals, becoming a mere set of guidelines as to where to
go and where to settle. They become contained objectives that lead to a mere
content state of mind.
Though these dreams I
held as a child are still hardly there, they are dull in color, faded and
decrepit. I find it hard to believe in my own dreams. I find it hard to sleep
at all. Every time I close my eyelids, I see your face, but I become so afraid
to wake up and have you vanish. I love you. I wouldn’t want to sleep if I didn’t
get to linger in your essence at all. You are my dream! You are my raison d’etre.
I told a friend once that “time is just an illusion,” but a wise fool like me
sometimes loses his footing in what he believes. I am waiting for you, but are
you waiting for me? I miss you… You are my dream…
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