Love.
It no longer exists in this world for most people.
It is a giant and glorious let down, it is cynical as it is beautiful.
It is a lie, a deceitful dream.
An intangible reality.
Unimaginable torture of the heart in a vast, empty earth.
So I wait.
Wait for that daydream to torture my soul and wring my heart free of this reality.
Wait til my eyes are tired and my mind is blank.
One day I will find myself wandering through it's lies.
Into the wonderland of it's beautifully strange rhythm.
Lost in it's blinding light.
Singing it's brilliant and charming tune.
Foreign and distinct.
To touch it, to feel it would be as if to touch the sky and all the stars within it.  
Dreaming to hold the star.
It is not possible.
No.
But still, I dream it.
To dream, to live, to love.