Dreams are not your friends.
They create disillusionment that poison the mind.
They trick you into chasing fantasies that never were nor ever be.
Your mind may be the biggest culprit in its ability to pull those from your life, buried and forgotten, and give them heightened existence in your heart.
The mere idea of the concept that we may never act out these fantasies are torturing in nature, up to the point that it becomes replaced by burden.
For the first time in all my dreams the sun had shined. It was golden. Full of hope and opportunity I willingly accepted it as my reality all up to the point where I woke up.
Dreams are hurt-full lies and fake promises.
Is it fair to experience heaven just to break to realization that I am trapped in this prison of a life. One in which the warmth and hue of the sun will never be as warm and inviting as it could ever be in my dreams. I wish I could reject this reality for one in which I will never wake up from. Make the lies my home and heaven and never look back.
They create disillusionment that poison the mind.
They trick you into chasing fantasies that never were nor ever be.
Your mind may be the biggest culprit in its ability to pull those from your life, buried and forgotten, and give them heightened existence in your heart.
The mere idea of the concept that we may never act out these fantasies are torturing in nature, up to the point that it becomes replaced by burden.
For the first time in all my dreams the sun had shined. It was golden. Full of hope and opportunity I willingly accepted it as my reality all up to the point where I woke up.
Dreams are hurt-full lies and fake promises.
Is it fair to experience heaven just to break to realization that I am trapped in this prison of a life. One in which the warmth and hue of the sun will never be as warm and inviting as it could ever be in my dreams. I wish I could reject this reality for one in which I will never wake up from. Make the lies my home and heaven and never look back.
