Dreams. What fickle things, dreams are. Just there to give you hope that there’ll be a better day some time.

Dreams. The things that you see in slumber, the ones that can fight away all the nightmares. Some of the best things and some of the worse things in life come because of dreams.

Dreams. They can make you, break you, tear you apart, or lift you up to better days. People will spend their whole lives pining for dreams and maybe they’ll never get somewhere.

Or maybe they will.

Who am I to say?

Dreams. I don’t dream any longer.

Why?

Because I’m the girl whose dreams always seem to turn into nightmares of the darkest kind.