• The pain I feel isn’t the lack of necessities, the dying future, or the shattered dream. It is the fear inside that eats at my soul and heart. It’s the constant feeling of solitude and abandonment. It is the fear of falling apart when I truly express my mind. It is the fear of entrusting a person with something more than my own life; my trust, my heart. As I drag my feet across the cold floors I know that I will never truly be whole. I am one piece of a puzzle that has fallen into an unrecognizable perplexity. Covered in slime and dust I turn to the only thing that will accept me; my dreams. I dream of a day where the skies are my ground, the seas are my bed, and the very wind carries my soul. I dream of a day when I feel no pain, no pity, no worry. I dream of a day when all of my dreams come true, and I become something to the world. And yet, I would trade the world I dream to save, for a glimpse of my world that will never be.