Every
 Single
  Day
   I
    Often
     Forget
      To
       See
        The
         Positives.

If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming.

I am living in a world of dreams.
But there is a difference.
When I open my eyes.
I don't wake up.

Wind whistles wildly over a wonderfully watery world.
Sand sifts softly through shimmery, silvery snow.
Letters lay lightly on a lazy, lumpy list.
Rain rakes rivets in a rough, rambling road.
Fire fights fiercely through a farmhouse far away.
Dawn dips daintily, and dooms the dark to day.

Caring for people is the best feeling in the world.
When you care for a person, you wonder what they're doing.
How they are.
When you'll see them again.
If they're happy.
If they had a good day.
What they'll be like tomorrow.

When you care about truly good people, you can't wait for your alarm to go off.
You can't wait to see their smiles.
Hear their laughs.

When you find good friends, nothing can stop you.
It's as if the entire world is a cloud of positivity.
The sun is brighter.
The air is warmer.
Energy is lighter.

Everything falls into place when you have people to care about.

Some people think I'm crazy,
but this is what I say:

Being insane is relative.
I take it day by day.

Though people think I'm crazy,
I am completely sure:

There's no such thing as normal.
There cannot be a cure.

Some people think I'm crazy,
I always tell them this:

You're just as sane as I am.
They take it as a diss.

Though people think I'm crazy,
I truly know I'm not.

I say that I'm original.
And that is all I've got.

Too easy it is to forget the

what

and why.