All that we are is but a dream within a dream.
A paraphrased quote from Edgar Allen Poe.
I am sure every writer has the story...our characters and the lives they lead. We are the gods of their fate, the masters of their strings. They act in ways we demand of them...and then we think about who pulls our strings and the life that we lead. I explored it in poetry a long time ago when I had a better gift for words.
Now I just seek..comfort. I listen to the music and I lose myself in sleep and dreams. It is so strange to dream again. I want to cry so much it hurts...but my life continues along a path of...stagnation. The only solace I find is in my education. I did get an A in my Western Civ class..and the summer looks good. Hopefully some accomplishments will revitalize me.