I'm a dreamer. This is a thing most of the people that know me and care for me accept. Those who don't accept it: I don't want to play with you anymore, okay?
Some of you accept it, but get a bit concerned that most of my dreams are so "dark". If I want to dream about that beautiful, dying city, then let me! It might become a effing good book..
The towers, covered with moss, the clock that stopped ticking in another century. The stones crumbling at the touch of a human hand. The ghouls, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they are all so beautiful and real to me. The moon that always shines on my city, the trees , the plants slowly trying to take it back to nature. It's where I would want to live, if such an place had excisted anywhere else than in my imagination. And please, don't lable me as sick, or feel sorry for me because I spend so much time in that world. Is it any better that you dream of buying an shirt you can't afford, a person that won't speak to you, a career you are unqualified of getting?
Just because you dream of "real" things, while my dreamworld is not, I am fully aware that my dreams are only dreams, while you lie to yourselves, calling them "goals". Granted, if I could live my life wearing ripped black brides-dresses and matching hats, I'd love to. If I could live somewhere humid but still a little warm, where the sun had always just gone down, I'd not think about it even a second before moving there. If I could. That is the point here. IF. You say I have no grasp of reality, still YOU are the one referring to your unrealistic dreams as a "when". It kind of pisses me of.
When I dream, I like to fly high, and it's not my problem that even your dreams have gotten boring. But please, don't try to take my ghosts away. My black gowns, my romantic graveyards. Don't think that my love for these things are the reasons I'm troubled. You're troubled too, are you not? You just don't see it very well, you're not in touch with yourself any more. I can see your pain as easy as I see my own, so why don't you? How can you not see you're torturing your own soul, by never letting it fly? I'm a dreamer, I'm an hopeless romantic. I never chose to be these things, they're a natural part of me. As the cynic, and the student also is. I embrace them all, as they all belong with me. why do you push parts of yourself away? I know you don't believe in souls, and that is fine, but you're hurting your own eternal being by it. One day, you'll realise your mistakes. We all always do. I just beg it will be before it's to late.
With all the love I can possibly give, and all the pain that follows :
-Misty- -Sibbe- -Dreamer- -Nameless- -Dragonfly- Silver- -BlackHole-
Some of you accept it, but get a bit concerned that most of my dreams are so "dark". If I want to dream about that beautiful, dying city, then let me! It might become a effing good book..
The towers, covered with moss, the clock that stopped ticking in another century. The stones crumbling at the touch of a human hand. The ghouls, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they are all so beautiful and real to me. The moon that always shines on my city, the trees , the plants slowly trying to take it back to nature. It's where I would want to live, if such an place had excisted anywhere else than in my imagination. And please, don't lable me as sick, or feel sorry for me because I spend so much time in that world. Is it any better that you dream of buying an shirt you can't afford, a person that won't speak to you, a career you are unqualified of getting?
Just because you dream of "real" things, while my dreamworld is not, I am fully aware that my dreams are only dreams, while you lie to yourselves, calling them "goals". Granted, if I could live my life wearing ripped black brides-dresses and matching hats, I'd love to. If I could live somewhere humid but still a little warm, where the sun had always just gone down, I'd not think about it even a second before moving there. If I could. That is the point here. IF. You say I have no grasp of reality, still YOU are the one referring to your unrealistic dreams as a "when". It kind of pisses me of.
When I dream, I like to fly high, and it's not my problem that even your dreams have gotten boring. But please, don't try to take my ghosts away. My black gowns, my romantic graveyards. Don't think that my love for these things are the reasons I'm troubled. You're troubled too, are you not? You just don't see it very well, you're not in touch with yourself any more. I can see your pain as easy as I see my own, so why don't you? How can you not see you're torturing your own soul, by never letting it fly? I'm a dreamer, I'm an hopeless romantic. I never chose to be these things, they're a natural part of me. As the cynic, and the student also is. I embrace them all, as they all belong with me. why do you push parts of yourself away? I know you don't believe in souls, and that is fine, but you're hurting your own eternal being by it. One day, you'll realise your mistakes. We all always do. I just beg it will be before it's to late.
With all the love I can possibly give, and all the pain that follows :
-Misty- -Sibbe- -Dreamer- -Nameless- -Dragonfly- Silver- -BlackHole-
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