Alas the dream that I live had changed to nightmare and slowly fades from my thoughts.
I lose grip on the illusion of my dreams and awake to the desolate world that awaits me the reality is that my dream was more real then the the truth and easier to believe I wanted to go back my sweet slumber that creates a world that I live peacefully without hardships.
If only I could stay in that place tell the end of time it would be my sanctuary, I could let myself loose and let my imagination run its course but I fear that I am awake and shall be tell the night comes again and I can once again be at peace.
