i think i'm living in a fantasy world.
recently, dreams aren't something i find only at night. they linger beyond morning drowsiness. they trickle along my waking hours till i can't remember what i am and what i made up.
i dreamt my parents bought me a new car. i could not wait to take it out for a spin after classes. i played detective around my suite, convinced that, in my excitement, i had just simply misplaced the keys.
when i realized it was a dream, i felt foolish.
i think i also dreamt that i am scared of love. or loving. or investing in people and letting them invest in me. i think i've convinced myself that i'm scared of someone i care about. but, the truth is, i'm not. it's a fantasy. i've been scared of myself.
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