There is a fine line between reality & dreams.

I've been wanting to write this for so very long, because I just want to put this down.

But, well um, I have no idea how to put this across.

I mean, it's so clear in my head, but it is so hard to put it in words!

Know what I mean?

Dreams continue to reel sometimes when I wake up in the morning.

I can see it like a movie for the first few seconds of the day, right in front of my eyes, as they open.

But slowly, humbly, it fades away as real life sets in.

And I remember where I am, who I am and my whole life.

It's quite queer, because I feel as if the dreams I have have a mind of their own and think they are inferior to reality.

So when it returns to grasp a hold of me, they disappear quietly to let reality take the reins.

Because they know that reality is the conqueror of my life.

And that they are nothing- dreams are nothing.

So they melt away to make way for it.

It's a little sad, don't you think?

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Who to talk to at 12.19am?