sometimes i wish i could sleep forever.
sometimes I have this dream where everything is perfect and nobody ever gets hurt and we all treat eachother as if they were not only our friends but our brothers and our sisters and nobody ever died because there was no disease and nobody lied because everyone knew everything about everyone and there was no need to try to be anything you werent because everyone loved you for you, for who you were not what you looked like or how skinny you were because you were an individual and in this world being different was something to be proud of not ashamed.
And in this dream world everything was beautiful and all the trees were greener and the sky was bluer and even the abandoned houses looked too perfect to live in with vines of ivy crawling up old brick and running through the windows effortlessly fading into the background like the houses had been here since the beginning of time not constructed by mans hand.
and then i wake up and feel so upset because this dream world is nothing like the world we live in today full of racism and hatred and so opinionated where if you’re not exactly like everyone else then you’re different and being different is very bad because if you’re not the same as everyone else you must be some sort of freak and we cant stop fighting in wars long enough to realize what really matters because we think that war is the solution to everything when really all it does is tear us apart because people are dying and somewhere someone is mourning the loss of someone they loved because there’s too much hate in the world and when there’s hate there is no love and love is really what makes the world go round.
dreams are so much better than reality.
