Reality Dream or Dream Reality

It’s difficult to live in a world where I can dwell on the past and live in the future. I chase that dream I had, blind to the world around me. One day, I trip, and I fall. The dust swirls up into the air, forming a cloud of nebulous, gritty sightlessness, but I already cannot see. I feel like a child, crying out, alone, at nothing, like waking from a dream. It isn’t real. Not yet. But I tend to forget that. And it hurts almost as much as being rejected in the present. I love my gift of future sight, but every time I look in the stars, it seems I lose a bit of myself, a bit of today, a bit of now. Sometimes I just need to walk alone, I guess. Keep my eyes on the future.

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

I’ll make it.