How futile are our dreams, filling us with pure joy, giving us a way out of the nightmare of life, just to wake us in the middle of the chaos, hopeless, fragile.
Revealing our deepest desires, giving them to us, letting us touch the stars for a second, but we are never even close to the clouds, we are laying in the floor, chained to reality.
The despair and nostalgia becomes a part of our life, daydreaming about our dreams because they are better than our reality.
But desire is the other face of pain, both of them existing at the same time around us, we end up desiring something so hard that it becomes our conviction, we start doing everything for them, until we end up with a tragic real life and a perfect untouchable life.
Although life is the creator of our dreams, it will create our nightmares, reaching every pure place within us and poison it.
At some point, we'll loose our dreams, and start seeing life as something useless, better without us.
That's when the sinking feeling in the chest appears, the physical equivalent to a broken heart, revealing how broken we are.
We may have made mistakes, all of them just because we were trying to reach our dreams, but there'll come a time when those mistakes won't let us keep trying.
We've destroyed everything surrounding us, because life wouldn't let us fulfill our dreams.
And weakness becomes a familiar word, like a second name for us.
But what is truly weakness? A concept created by someone to describe the state of someone else, every person in the world will tell us how to live, and now they can also judge us if we don't do what they say, and if we complain about the difficultness, they will call us weak, until ourselves start to believe it.
Then, we are weak, we are broken, we are misunderstood, we are judged, we are suffering.
All because we wanted something more.
Because we were doing what everyone does, what makes us human, desire, but since we desire more than what we were supposed to, people will think that we deserve to be punished.
But the truth is, we've already punished ourselves enough, we lose everything.
Empty, hating our desires, we end up.
So forgive me when I say, that I wish not to wake up from my next dream.