My name is Allen, or whatever you feel like calling me i suppose.
" Dreams are in fact realities. Realities that only disappear when we stop dreaming ...Yes, dreams are only illusions if you choose to wake up from them."
We all live within faded dreams, broken realities, flawed existences, waiting to break free from the restraints of our own mind.
Our minds cannot even contemplate what was meant to be, what is present, and what it holds. Our hearts cannot fathom the sacrifice, the endurance, and light, sometimes blinding that shines on us all. A complex simplistic kind of love that is new to us.
So what will it be this time?
Nothing in this world lasts forever, so strive for something that isn't apart of it.
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