Dreams Are Real

I closed my eyes and envisioned the night that you left me waiting here. This moment in time I slipped away on some dark wine and there you showed me. Dreams are real, Dreams are not just energy floating in the air fighting to breath. Some how they force you to face the misery. They grab by the hand and pull you straight into a place where no where begins. I was forced to remember you and even though I didn't want to I woke up crying and that was the only sign I needed that dreams were real. In your dreams you slip into a world where everything is some kind of underneath selfconcious of yourself and you just don't know it. I cried last night when I thought of you, in my dreams I heard a song and I woke up crying dreams aren't suppose to hurt. But this one it teased me, it stabbed me needingly. I hadn't cry about you in so long and now the tears just came pouring out, how I felt, how I dealt, it was own business my dreams should have just stayed out. I had locked that door and hidden the key, they trigger the emotions that made me jump awake. It was proof that the world wasn't just one way demons and witches could lurk in corners anything is possible when dreams come to life.