The best thing in every noble dream is the dreamer... ~Moncure Conway


Fitting In Wasn't Really an Option

I was antisocial. Couldn't help it. I liked my own company. But of course, if I had the choice, I would have been popular, cool and social. I'd be one of those girls. Come on; don't pretend that you don't envy them a bit. OK, so they have a serious lack of brain cells, but at least they fit in!

How many times had a place felt like home? Well, on courses I'd always managed to find a bunch of friends. People who resemble me.

But other than that? No. Guess not. School? Hah! That place is the worst of them all. Yeah, I was lonely. When I was awake.

When I closed my eyes, I truly felt at home. Surrounded by magic, hope and fluffy candy floss. I could dream myself anywhere and feel like I'd finally reached my destination in life. If I could I'd stay there in my dreams, I'd never wake up.

"Fire? Could you come and help me hold this part while Sir welds it in place?"

I opened up my eyes and stared up in the ceiling, awakening from my daydream. "Coming."

But when I held tightly around the metallic piece, looking away from the white light of the welding to spare my eyes, I had to admit. I liked it here. It felt like home.

But then again-

Maybe this too was no more than just a dream?


Sry for letting all my emotions out on you, it's a bad habit of mine. I don't talk to my parents but more or less to everyone else O.o

Dreaming is how I deal with life. To be honest, I've got a pretty boring life. It's still waiting to get started. But at least I have my dreams.

Because if I couldn't dream the world would be pretty gray and sad.

And so would I...