Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me...

It's sad to dream as though nothing in the world has changed, when in all reality everything is different. I used to think that my dreams were an adventurous escape; even amusing only because they reflected truth at the time. It's still the truth that I see when I close my eyes, but it's too old to consider it appealing.

Those familiar places, laughs, and feelings got worse with age and now seem acrid to my senses. It angers me to be put back in the same place every night without fail, and wake up every morning with the same sinking disapointment as I realize I've been alone.

Not just the devastating point of being alone, but also small. Many days ago not so far away from this one I felt as though nobody could bring me down. It seems as though no matter how many loving souls I'm surrounded by I'm still lonely. I can't count the smiles that come my way and the complaints of my with drawing...
But I'm still too small in my heart to take notice.