i think i'm a dreamer.

maybe it's because i'm too entrenched in the past, basking in former glories (almost non-existant) and wallowing in countless past failures...

maybe i fear for the present, with anxiety welled up in me, and an apprehension for an ambiguous form of uncertainty that just seems to tail me no matter where i travel...

maybe the future just seems too grim and bleak, almost like a play with me as the puppet, performed to the mockery and jeers of the audience...

that's why i need to daydream (or nightdream), for it represents a glimpse of hope for me, however unlikely it seems to be and offers some form of solace and comfort from agonizing truths- the harsh rationalness of reality.

in daydreams, i can picture myself with you, appreciating the loveliness of the stars, and the endless expanse of skies, a domain that truly belongs to our imagination and boundless love.

then i realize, slowly and painfully. everything is an illusion. if only the world wasn't so logical, there would be endless possibilities. if only daydreams were true, if only...