Dear Dreams,
Ah, my old friend.
How many times have I written to you?
Too many.
I've been asking things of you,
Thanking you.
But now,
I'm gonna say everything.
Okay.
Firstly, well, you're still giving me the same old dream.
But I don't really mind it anymore because he came back.
So, it doesn't hurt that bad.
THAT bad.
It still does, though.
So could you ease it up a little?
The dream is amazing and all, but I don't wanna live in dreams anymore.
Even though this is actually my dreams.
I don't wanna start believing that I have some chance,
But when it all comes down, I dont have a single chance.
And everyone knows that.
Including you, I'm sure.
You're a part of me, aren't you?
But are you the part of me that believes;hopes, or are you the part of me who wants to stay sane?
What am I saying.
Of course you're the believer.
You're my dreams, for heaven's sake.
I'm sorry, it sounds like I'm writing to myself because I need to write to think things properly.
And well, even though I'm writing everything out, I still don't think I'm thinking straight.
I probably never will when it comes to him.
Because he's just so confusing, don't you agree?
I bet you do, because you show me things you yourself don't understand and you want me to make sense of them.
But I can't.
Why can't you understand that?
I don't understand you, dreams.
I can't make sense of you.
You show me the same dream for like, how many months,
And for WHAT?
What's the point, when this isn't even real love?
What's the point?
Love♥
Zeal.

My heart and my dreams, are one and the same.
The dreamers, believers, hope-holders.
@ 8/16/2010 11:09:00 PM