Maybe this is all just a dream.
Maybe everything in life is just a mere figment of my imagination. If that’s the case, then I wish for it to never stop. For even though there is darkness that seeps into me every night, the light that comes after makes up for it entirely. It is much more compelling.
If all the things that I have come to know are untrue, then I choose to savor the blissful false reality. Happiness, once felt, can never be taken back nor forgotten. Curse the lucidity that would pull us away from the wonders of living. It’s a shame to let the awareness of pain and horror distract us from seeing the clear beauty in every single thing.
So who cares if this is all just a dream? Maybe I don’t want to wake up.