Dreamcatcher

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother thinking about the things that I can't understand. So many things that I can't fathom and yet I'm trying.

Pity often times hit me right in the gut and consumes me. Can I be happy and sad all at the same time, all for the same reasons?

I look at myself in the mirror and I see an unfamiliar face. Someone whose values and dreams are forgotten and whose world is painted grey.



Can life be so cruel that one must be who he is not just to feel alive?
Life molds good and evil so closely together that both end up ever so intertwined.

Darkness looms all over the place that a tiniest light gleams of so much hope.
Forgiveness though seemingly impossible bleeds unceasingly into the calm river.

If one can so sure of what the future holds, is it possible to never dream of what is beyond it?
Dreams, so easily contained and erased, can come true if we just want it to.