Dear Diary:
It is getting harder and harder to define reality from my fantacy world. I had a dream last night. It was a soothing dream, wear I was not a worrier and I did not die then waken again. I was normal. What ever that is. I was it, I had friends, two parents, and I was loved. I could feal that love all around me, and it was me. Then I woke, and later when I tryed to recal what I had done today I thought of me dream. Even though it never happened.
Oh what I would give to have a reality like that. With no fighting, no pain, no suffering and no damnation for all eternity. Only love. Because that is all it realy comes down to diary. Love, if you don't have it, you want it, and if you have it, you want more of it. And want some. I want some more than anything in any world.
Yes, I do like the people around me. And yes I do continue to fight for this world. But the thought that pluages my mind is, is it me fighting? Am I the onefighting or is it something inside me doing it automaticaly because I have been doing it for so long? I don't know anymore. I feel as though I don't know anything anymore. I think I do, but then it is wrong. It is always so wrong. I need to love. I need love. Because in the end, after all is said and done, that is all thats left. Only love.
It is getting harder and harder to define reality from my fantacy world. I had a dream last night. It was a soothing dream, wear I was not a worrier and I did not die then waken again. I was normal. What ever that is. I was it, I had friends, two parents, and I was loved. I could feal that love all around me, and it was me. Then I woke, and later when I tryed to recal what I had done today I thought of me dream. Even though it never happened.
Oh what I would give to have a reality like that. With no fighting, no pain, no suffering and no damnation for all eternity. Only love. Because that is all it realy comes down to diary. Love, if you don't have it, you want it, and if you have it, you want more of it. And want some. I want some more than anything in any world.
Yes, I do like the people around me. And yes I do continue to fight for this world. But the thought that pluages my mind is, is it me fighting? Am I the onefighting or is it something inside me doing it automaticaly because I have been doing it for so long? I don't know anymore. I feel as though I don't know anything anymore. I think I do, but then it is wrong. It is always so wrong. I need to love. I need love. Because in the end, after all is said and done, that is all thats left. Only love.