Those who dream can do anything.
A dream is a place where you can be anything.
You can make up an entire new reality;
A place with no fears and no heart break.
A simple dream can change your entire life.
To sleep on a cloud is to really sleep, to really dream.
I find that all I really love to do is sleep,
I've created an entire dreamland where no one can hurt me.
I am the ruler of a glorious kingdom where I am loved not by all but I am respected by all.
I am the mightiest of them all because I have created this world.
But then when you awake,
Everything gets taken away.
You’re crushed by reality and killed by your fears.
The world is a scary place for those who are weak.
I am weak.
This world is not my kingdom; I am a mere peasant here.
When I make my final slumber, I will never be scared again.
I will sleep among the clouds and never fear myself again.

I won’t ever die**

When I grow up, I want to be a flower.
One that grows wild, and beautiful, and free.
But when my short life as a flower ends,
Because nothing as beautiful as a flower, can last forever.
I’ll spend some time as a bird in a life past pollen and elegant petals.

I would become a high flying creature of life.
I could travel to great places and never feel alone,
All birds have a flock; a place to be wanted.
As a creature of hollow bones and feathers, one envied by all,
I could finally see the light into my next life.
A simple rooted life could actually be the one for me.

A tall, magical oak tree, I would be.
I would provide a home for many creatures of nature,
A lovely shaded spot to dream upon,
And the power to live through generation after generation.
Towering over all and not easily knocked down;
Something I wish I could say about my ‘human’ self.
But when it comes the day, I whittle and die,
I’ll become a whole new life until happiness is found.

emf

it's 4:03 in the morning and i lie awake thinking of everything.
why am i still awake?
why do some beautiful people have such ugly souls? myself included.
why is the future the only thing that really scares me?
why does it feel so good to cry sometimes?
where would i be without my friends?
why do i have this huge want to just drive away and not come back?
i think about everything.
the only thing in life that's guaranteed is death.
why is unhappy the easiest thing to be?
why is happiness so hard to truly immerse oneself in?
it's 4:13 in the morning, why am i still awake?

emf