my dreams are full of wishes, and when i wake up, i remember every one.
no one quite understands and i can't quite explain the ache in my heart. it's the things i want so badly, but am never sure that i'll have. it's like the hope that blossoms inside my heart secretly wants to kill me.
sometimes i think that the waiting of life would be easier if i could only know that there was a reason i was waiting.
