Sleepy ramblings...

Sometimes I'm not sure what's real. I can't always tell the difference between reality and a dream, from what I want to happen. I encase myself in this bubble of how I want things to be, I spend hours imagining my life. Asking myself what would have happened or what could've happened, what if I'd done this, what if I'd done that? 

But it gets torn down all too easily. Reality is a fickle thing, it changes all the time and sometimes I feel like I have no control over it because really, I don't. Things happen, terrible things happen but the world keeps turning, it doesn't stop no matter how much anyone wants it to.

Dreaming, however is dangerous. It allows you to wish for what could have been, what should have been and what you want. It allows you to put yourself in all these situations, some impossible, no matter how much people might argue differently. 

Is that a bad thing though? I don't think so. Without dreaming, there's no ambition, no drive to do anything. How would we wake up in the morning without it? Without a purpose? 

We all have days where we feel like that, where hope's faded and our luck's run out. I guess, all I know is that without dreaming, without being in my old world. I don't think I'd still be here.