Why bother waking up if dreams are so much brighter. Ever since I started to think life wasn't an adventure anymore. It was a burden that I carry on my shoulders. Even if i could see all colors, the world would still be dull. Living in this world for the rest of this life seems so far, but too fast. Everything looks the same. Is there nothing outside of the bubble im confined to? They say there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but I haven't made it that far and i doubt I will see it when i get there. Stuck in this world of hate and love. Fly away is my dream but that will be possible way past my day. All that's left is to dream the unrealistically because we all want what we don't have. In the end we are all as tedious and depressing as the world but refuse to accept it. That's what makes it ten times worse.
