I hate dreams that send you so close to reality. That the sights you witness in your sleep are those that resemble actuality. But when you wake up, it was all just a dream and you realize that when awake, things aren’t as great as when you’re asleep.

Yeah, I had a dream about the past last night. I had a dream where things reignited between me and a person. I could honestly say I felt myself smiling last night while dreaming this. But I had to wake up, and when I did, it was the most horrible feeling ever. I couldn’t imagine such remorse and deadly anguish when I would wake up, but sadly, it occurred to me. 

I’m very nostalgic about a very sensitive issue. Memories of the past, when remembered, unleash uncontrollable emotions that affect my very nature. It’s a shame what dreams can do to me. I woke up not feeling as if I didn’t want to go on with the day. But you know, I have to keep going just like the rest of the people that share my very same problem.

Waking up is so hard when you constantly long for the past because no matter what, we wake up to another day that’s not like before. Without its security, without its reassurance, and without its momentary happiness.