it isn't surrounded by stars like I remember.
it's just ominous...
a blemished white light stuck in the gloomy, glowing, slate gray sky.
of course my eyes are filled with tears and its all a little blurry.
i am baffled by the way people shoot down dreams.
like they are something that you catch... contagious even.
i suppose misery loves company right?
like because i am a dreamer i do not belong amongst those who see things the real way.
like the only way to survive is to abide by this unwritten law that we have to do what everyone else does to pretend like we are happy as well.
people aren't happy... they are victims of the world... and find comfort there...
they know this place well.
their parents did it, and their grandparents, and so on.
and when someone comes around that dreams they find pleasure in proving to them the way of the real world.
well here i am world for all of you to bleed...
but i will bleed light, and love, and music, and dreams,
and you will learn.
dreams are the seeds for happiness.
and i will plant seeds everywhere i go...
no rock unturned.
see me... and i will show you
There you are stars... i see you now:)
