unreal

                          Vivid, tormenting dreams. Life has been slow lately, slow to the point that what I once was in a hurry after now just seems to pass by unnoticed. Thoughts, hopes, dreams, days that go by so lazily without even the need for attention-- I wonder where all the hype went. Somewhere at the bottom of it all, are piled up questions needing answers that seem to only exist in the deepest, darkest, corners of my memory-- the memory I left behind years ago, the memory I thought I erased with the passing of time. Truly nothing remains predictable, and all of a sudden you just find yourself going back to when you last fought with yourself, with the lies, and with the truth in the lies. Just when you seem to have it all figured out, you got swept away by some cloud and you find yourself in the middle of nowhere apparently lost, and confused, asking the same questions you believed were already answered. And you think you're just so messed up, you try to understand, try to come up with a possible explanation, but all you have are false pretenses that lie everywhere. Somehow deep inside, amidst all of this, its comforting to know, that someone greater than you already knows what lies beyond the yellow brick road of your life, thus you don't need to worry too much. Life goes on, and the irony of it all is no matter how vividly real the dreams are, they remain as they are-- dreams.