How do you know your dreams are real?

We constantly wish for life to turn a corner, we think of things that could have been – we’ve never found the reason to be happy, we’re always looking to escape. What are we escaping from? Where are we escaping to? How many actually know the answer? Truly, there are few I’ve ever met, who knew the value of the pain – the ever-precious suffering, where boredom merely just a prolonged struggle nibbling at your soul while it distracts your consciousness. The world will never be gained by idling around – neither will you gain yourself. Hands in your pockets, footsteps slow, walk down the pavement and never glow.

I know, deep down, you’ve never felt part of this place. I know, I know, you’ve always been all alone. That’s why you’ve so readily given your heart, and that’s why you’d gladly give your soul if you knew how to. So even as you present your broken heart once again on a silver platter, take heart – your heart was always the purest. Keep it so. I know the world broke it once and again, but that was never your doing. They say that you should always be on your guard, but the truth is that the world needs to learn from you – your innocence, your purity. We’ve all forgotten how to love with open arms and an open heart, and those who know the secret to it are ruthlessly beaten down, time and again, by this delusional world which could never define love for itself.

Your heart may break, repeatedly, but the pieces need not be put together, my friend. Just spread the love, go piece by piece, till there’s nothing left but a heart that’s whole. That is the secret, but the world never wanted to know, that to ‘lose’ is the greatest gift of all.

So when the people around you, they scorn you for your innocence; they rebuke you for causing yourself hurt and implore you to build walls around your heart, ignore them. What you have is precious. Do not become another wall in a world of thorns. Your heart is like an ocean. Wash over the world and watch the roses grow. The world needs you now, more than ever.

While it may seem a certain way, there’s always a home someplace, somewhere.

One day you’ll get there.

There is a home, out in the blue, where I belong and know it’s true – and though I know I don’t belong, in this one world where I’ve been long, I run my journey, fly my path; towards this world where I’ll be strong.