to cling or to release?
to hope or to set myself free?
i have dreamed of a day for many years. a day of truth and glory and beauty and communion. but what if it is merely a veneer?
castles in the sky, mirages in the desert. perhaps there is no truth. perhaps there never was any truth.
but what of survival? what does it truly mean to survive?
tomorrows bring new dreams and new hopes.
tomorrows also bring reality, like a brick through a window.
i wonder what my reality is.