Sometimes I have these wonderful dreams. I get them a few minutes before I wake up. They are about simple moments, but I am so happy in these. I actually… feel.
Love, friendship, happiness. These dreams are the only time when I am really free of a burden I don’t realize I carry in real life. I feel… weightless. Like a feather.
And when I wake up, I pray I can live there a little longer. But the dreams and that feeling slip through my fingers the moment I open my eyes…
Leaving me empty…