They give you hope when the world is nothing but a big disappointment.
They create perfect people and improve those you already know.
Fantasies keep you going when you don’t even believe in yourself anymore. They give you faith – faith in you, faith in the world.
They never let you down, bringing you exactly what you’re looking for.
They’re always there for you whenever you need them – a comfy, cozy place you take refuge in.
It’s free, it’s fun, and it’s passionate and so perfect.
And then comes the soreness.
The dreadful feeling of helplessness when you face the fact that you will never encounter such situations.
That some of those people may physically exist, but they’ll just never meet your expectations.
And the ones you’ve created in your dreams, you will never meet them.
The fall is brutal. You were flying like a bird and it kept taking you higher and higher in the sky.
Your head was comfortably lying on a cloud, the sun kindly warming you.
Then before you could even realize it, you were falling. Falling.
Everything became cold. Unfamiliar. Imperfect.
Disappointment comes in but what can you do? You are helpless.
Is this the fate of dreamers? Or are we all just masochist?
Why not stop it? Because it feels so good up there, out of reach!
