I'm A Dreamer.

Sometimes I wish more than anything that I could live in one of my books. Where characters spend more time making sure they're going to get to the next day instead of planning for a future they can't confirm exists, where every moment is truly cherished because it could be their last [I realize people ALWAYS say treat every moment as if it were your last but I can't honestly say I enjoy spending any of my time doing half the things my lifestyle requires me too...like doing homework...yea right to anyone who says that he or she would willingly and even gladly do homework in his or her last moments...YEA RIGHT...I may or may not have over-analyzed just there...hah] , and where love really is a fairly tale for those lucky enough to find it [I'm no longer sure that love even exists in this disaster of a world...I'm looking at the big picture here. Sometimes I think about leaving it all and just building a house in the mountains where I don't have to worry about losing anymore faith in humanity.] Maybe I'm being just a little bit on the melodramatic side...but what can I say? I am, have always been, and will always be a dreamer. Always believing that maybe if I look deep enough, I'll find bits and pieces in this world that will breathe life into the places that I can only seem to reach in my imagination and in my dreams. Maybe that sounds absolutely and insanely...well...insane. Oh well, I've come to be pretty okay with insane.