a fools dream.
Once upon a time I dreamt that love existed, that friends were by my side, that in the summer the one who i loved would make her way to me. but now i know better. everyone who dreams has to wake up and what i awoke to makes me wish i never left my foolish dream. Upon waking i see that no one stands beside me instead i am merely a tool that they use for their own ends. I was fooled into believing that i had companions who were loyal but when the dust settled and i looked around they were no where to be found. Then the one who i loved, who promised she would see me finally after three or more years apart, told me that she would not be able to see me. i wonder if she wants to be with me anymore. she claims school takes all her time up. she cant even spare a text once in a while. i doubt that is true. i'm sure... that like with everyone else i am no longer useful. i'm sure she has found someone else and just does not wish to tell me. i am a fool for ever dreaming such a sweet dream and then hoping that when i awaken it would be real. but dreams are never real, they disappear like the clearing fog. emotions that are made of fragile glass are quickly dashed when they are thrown to the floor. i have picked up the pieces in the past, perhaps its time to just lay there with the pieces and hope that i will finally be allowed to rest in peace.