dreams

i have these dreams...
it's all okay.
oh they always seem so real.
so real.
i feel this happiness. i didn't break it. i could jump for joy!



but then
i always wake up.
i wake up, and it's cold.
it's broken. shattered.
the pieces of it splintered all around me
and the more i step on them, the more they cut into me
the more they hurt
it's gone

it's broken.