i think i'm very much a dreamer.

maybe i cling onto the past too firmly, basking in former glories (almost nonexistent) or wallowing in countless past failures...

maybe i just fear for the present, uncertainty constantly welling up in me, and an apprehension for the signs of breakdown which always seem to tail me...

maybe its just the future that puts me off the most, for it seems bleak, grim, an unsavory scenario with me as the lead...

it's daydreaming (and perhaps nightdreaming) that keeps me proper, that shields me from the harsh rationalness of this world, that holds a ray of hope for me.

And in my daydreams, you are mine.... if only it were true. if only dreams were reality...

*glance up at the stars*