• It's funny, the world. On the surface there are people who hate you just by how you look and talk. Some just hate you because you don't fit the mold of what's 'normal' to them.

    But everytime they judge you, they always for a few hours let it go. They forget why they hate. They forget what they've learned from teachers, peers and parents.

    In a few short hours, they forget their name, and their identity. And willingly let it go.

    Everytime they fall into a deep or light sleep, pain hides in a corner like a bad little toddler. Power and greed have no grounds in a dream.

    Tension lines in the forehead and anxiety from the day are gone. Yes, they come back. They must.

    But there is nothing like that in a dream.

    Innocent, weird, nonsensical and perplexing. The dreams need not make sense, because they are ment for only you.

    The years fall away, and left sleeping in the bed where a teen or adult once lay is now a child.

    The impurities of the world have yet to invest again.

    Wouldn't it be nice? To live the dreams you see every night? The sad truth of the matter is, that however how nice it is to let go, there's always the time when you have to wake up.

    Face the world and live until you dream again.

    That's how my journey began.

    I fell alseep and never woke up.