A night ago, I start to realize the possibility of a dual reality. One moment you’re asleep in bliss, dreaming away into your wonderland of dreams, and in another you’re awake in agony, wondering if this dream has gone bad, or did life for a second has gone good.
I really don’t know much about love, only that I needed it. Not all that hair blowing ocean cruising rain chasing kinda love we see in the movies, but something born out of the ordinary, something real. Love is both created and destroyed by people, and ordinary is what people really are.
I don’t know how to say it, and maybe I never will, but my arms would be upright gracing the gentle wind, waiting for that one person to put me back in my dreams.
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