When I dream I am soring in the clouds lighter than air with wounderful white feathery wings to soar on. I can keep my feet on the ground all day long but at night is when my head is in the stars and I am being carried off to some strange new place where the impossible happens everyday. I can love with the fear of rejection, with out the fear of hate. But in my dreams the sky is always the blue of nights and the stars shinning magnifacently with a shimmering creasent moon...And I am sitting there with my tall, dark and handsom soul mate. But dreams never last...
And just when I begin to enjoy myself, I wake up.
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