Remember...

It takes two to tango.

Dreams.

Sitting in the dark, we wait for sleep to come and wisk us off to another land, that's free of our troubles. Another land where we don't need to worry. A land where everything, no matter how bad it is, how shitty, how blan, seems perfect. Dreams are something a person can or cannot remember. It's either you do remember them, or you don't, and not speaking of just "skipping a dream." A dream to me, is something that I can come home to. A dream is something that puts me at peace and sets me free of my stress, lonliness and uphappiness. There's certain ones I can recolect just like that, and others that come to me at random times. Sometimes I cannot word my dreams in perfect detail.

This is reality.

Pure and simple.
Reality is not a tv show that follows around people who just want money and to be seen.
Reality is pain.
Reality is death.
Reality is insanity.
Reality is Happiness.
Reality is being sick.
Reality is what you make of it.