A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ~ Oscar Wilde
There are some day’s that I feel so alive and I feel like ‘hey my dreaming is about to pay off’ then I have a crash and burn. I hate this feeling… I am beginning to hate the fact that I even dream anymore. The truth of the matter is dreaming helps make it through the day and dreaming is what makes sleep possible. Dreaming about a tomorrow that deep down I know doesn’t exist yet a part of me gets excited when there’s possibility… stupid me. What is my faith? Is it all ready written on the wall and I’m just to dump to see it or to stupid to read it or is it that I have read it and refuse to believe it… just hoping that by some chance I’m misreading it. I’m not sure what to think and I sure don’t know believe anymore. Should I give up - should I continue…
