erasing reality from my dreams

sometimes, both in reality and in dreams, there are times where nothing can be ruined.
and sometimes, both in reality and in dreams, there are times where nothing seems quite in place.
people leaving us, when you are stuck in a cloud of nothing.
but maybe that's where we actually belong.
because everything happens for a reason, and a good one.
i guess my poems are just a bit of both. it's always good in the beginning, might suck in the middle while, but it gets better in the end.
I promise you nothing I cannot keep.
And maybe these poems are one of them.