I'm blind and waiting for you..

I hate that I did this to myself. Because I don't do this. Ever. I thought that the little things were somethings. I was wrong. Those little things didn't even exist. I made them up. I put them there.

And even you. I made you into something better than you are.

I'll be fine because.. nothing happened. Nothing existed. It was just a dream.

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I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green. I had a dream that I could fly from the highest swing. I had a dream. Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep. I had a dream that I could fly from the highest tree.

I had a dream.