Lament of the Mind

My dreams are often so beautiful.

There are beautiful places. Beautiful things.

Beautiful people.

It amazes me to know that my mind can think about such beautiful things while I rest. It’s comforting.

It’s probably why I sleep so much. Even when things get weird, even when things aren’t so beautiful, my dreams are always much more optimistic than my life.

There’s very little beauty in my life.

Everything is always so bleak, so dark. Depressing. Lonely.

My hope is, one day I’ll be able to turn the real world into the world of my dreams. Maybe someday the world won’t have to be so awful.

That hope is just about the only thing that keeps me going. I’ve got little other reason to live.

And some days…

Some days, the hope just seems so fragile.