A dream is a dream.

It is an illusion of reality that is never real.  But at that instant, at that moment is real.  
I think about this everytime I wake up.  When that dream has given way to reality.

Life can be tough sometimes.  It has its' trials and tribulations.  It has its' sad moments and setbacks.  
It has its' dreams and realities.  It has laughter and sorrow.  It is an irony that every follows.

Who is my worst enemy?  Myself.  As I grow up and try to understand myself my purpose on this earth and my desperate search for acceptance, I realize how dumb I am.  Everyone has a plan for my life except me.  
I have drawn a map but with the help of others.  Is that what I really want?  

Memories.  They are shadows that only appear at night.  When the moon shines through us, it shows us our deepest shadow.  The way I was.  I wish I could get back there then I feel I am there but its' only a flashback.  
I return to my quest for things in this life that seem not meant for me.  And so I must someday, somehow, someway unravel this dream into reality and find happiness.

jal 6/9/98

In later years, I hear a sweet voice that said...

Open your eyes...Abre los ojos...