Glaring into a window just to see a vision of the past. She sits there in my memory
in my mind. I cant speak. My foolish words would only be like a breeze to her
complex thought. That i alone cannot breech. I alone am to quiet to even pay attention
to the fact that I am a dreamer. A dreamer does what. He sits and dreams of things
that will never be. Is that the fate of a dreamer? If I am a dreamer and she is not
what do I do? Should I make my presence known or should I dream of things that
will never be? I cant decide. If I dream I still have my own secure world and no one
will ever take that from me. But if I let my true emotions show I will Lose my
world. I will lose my secureness. I will lose me. This decision will either destroy me
or it will make my dreams come true. But how does a dream come true if you are to
busy dreaming of other places and things. And if so when did this dream come. Did
it pass me up while I was sleeping? Would such an honest thing do something so
horrible? Or would it shake you till you rose to acknowledge it. Would it shake you
to let you know its your time to be happy? These questions will never be answered
in a reasonable state of mind. And if they are I wont have to dream anymore.
