There are days when the sky is a vibrant blue and the sun expels its warmth upon my shoulders, then there are days when the sky is filled with nothing but a melancholy grey, and I embody nothing but the rain.
On those days, I may have to drink an extra cup of coffee to pull myself out of bed and face the slight suffocation the real world places upon me.
On those days, I may not have much of an appetite and will push away any thought of food, even though I know I should eat.
On those days, my eyes may become heavy, filled with just as much water as the storm clouds lingering up above me.
Some days I wake up feeling as radiant as the sun, and some days I wake up feeling as dreary as the rain.
But at least I always make sure to wake up and be something.
A good day comes and goes, and for most not a thing is thought of it. But for me, a good day causes bells to chime a cheery ding, and the world fills with color for the first time in awhile. And even if its just for a second, that dash of color makes all the difference.
Short dreams. Temporary beliefs. Short-term hype. Falling heights. New "dreams" bought with money, dreams as sweet as honey. It already ended when it started. Coming back to only leave me dream-less, again, with temporary gains. Stars I want to touch. Joys I want in my heart. I want living dreams. To live in a breathing, moving, real dream... A dream that is real. A meaning, sealed. A goal more valuable than gold.