Chasing Gavin
If only my hands can hold my dreams together
I have always busied myself with daydreaming. You know, sitting alone brooding over your thoughts, trying to squeeze out anything from your wits just to kill time. I find it rather remarkable...odd as it may seem to other beings poles apart from what I am. Some may find that matter relatively dull and mind-numbing. But in reality, I enjoy it a lot. Way more than lazing over the leather couch, straining my eyes upon the television screen.
It's sort of a dreamland for lonely souls like me. A heaven where things simply go by the way I want them to. Everything is entirely faultless...perfect, I must say. It's a perfect world, where things are placed just where I want them to be, where things go by like the way I fancied them to, and where everything that I simply despise never existed.
But in actuality, even daydreaming can give me frustrations, for the reason that they would never be real. Even daydreaming can offer me disappointments; because they could never exist...I could never hold them together. Apparently, things were made to be that way, and nobody in this world can do anything about that matter. Not you, nor me, nor anybody else. It's just the way things were prepared to be; it's up to me to gulp it down no matter how much it could hurt me so.
Like me, this happens to everybody else, also wanting to have things go by the way they want them to. Like me, they also get frustrations and disappointments, and like me, they also get tired of wishing and dreaming. Eventually, things get out of hand leading them into the nasty world of hopelessness. Draining them into wistfulness, after much arm wringing and teeth gnashing. It's pretty horrible and spiteful; imagine yourself being stuck in misery, with your head chock-full of tribulations and problems.
I have gotten tired of dreaming before, so I settled on writing everything down on a piece of paper. But it just wouldn't work out that way. I had no choice but to swallow it up, to forget about it like it never happened at all. I had this mentality that things can always get better when I go to the other side. In the long run, it has been easy. Easy to make things change without having myself ending my life over that case.
I have always busied myself with daydreaming. You know, sitting alone brooding over your thoughts, trying to squeeze out anything from your wits just to kill time. I find it rather remarkable...odd as it may seem to other beings poles apart from what I am. Some may find that matter relatively dull and mind-numbing. But in reality, I enjoy it a lot. Way more than lazing over the leather couch, straining my eyes upon the television screen.
It's sort of a dreamland for lonely souls like me. But dreams could never exist; nor could perfect worlds and castles in the sky. Things were made that way. But that fact is a lame excuse for me to not do something about it. Same thing goes for everybody else. You have to be tough to make it in the world. That's life, get used to it.
Light's always at the other end. If I could blow my problems away, maybe, I can hold my dreams together.
