One day Ill find him.
I have to.
He has to exist.
But I'm afraid,
He will never be as good
as the worlds I create.
As the words
I live
I breathe
I write
I need.
He will never be real
because he is not make believe.
Theres the thought
The dream.
The dream is perfect,
Because the dream has flaws.
A temper,
Bad haircut
Scarred back
Harsh words.
The dream is lovely,
Because the dream can hurt.
But will never show it.
Except to me.
The dreamweaver.
Smiles and cries and laughs and dies.
While the dream is trapped
In an infinity
Of unreality.
But the unreality,
Is all she has.
It is her life.
It is real,
Because it is it.
And you would get it
If you had a dream
That was like this
With a winged back,
and swords at its hips.
Dont be scared.
I may be,
But I have paper
I have souls
I have words to help me through.
I will make it
Because I have too.
Because there is nothing better
Then the ups and downs.
Dont be scared.
Be a dreamer,
One in life.
Be a dream.
