8th Street

The Reality

I woke up.
-It was the same dream again!Another nightmare.
I prepare myself for school.
Silently again I am walking on the same street,greeting the same people,whose smile is just so false as mine.
In this world,where people only have nightmares and the beauty of life isn't visible, I would wich just some seconds to be able to feel something, to watch the clear blue sky and his colors simbolizing his emotions, I would wich to feel pain, happiness and not just empty acts of people who are just like me, full of hope of someday be able to go to the real world.