I don't like good dreams because when I wake up I realize how impossible what my mind just made up really is.
last night. well then again I used to have nightmares and wake up to reality that was no comfort and I wished I could go back to the nightmare because at least it wasn't real.
My eyes are melting. I've forgotten how to see, and it burns, this searing pain. It's because I cannot see. For we see, But we do not truly see. No one truly sees anymore