Daydreams?
That's easy. It's the one thing I know that can NEVER happen. Having a normal life. There's times when I'll sit at my desk, just blankly staring at this one picture I have of when I was five. Me, Mom, and Dad. Just . . . Sitting there. We all looked so happy. The mom "died", Dad got distant, I grew up and got recruited. I don't think I've ever seen a picture of the three of us other than that on, come to think of it. A few of me and Mom, me and Dad, and a few of Dad and Mom. Why is it that life sucks so much for some people and for some others it's perfect from the day their born to the day they die?
Sorry Syd's been...Gone. I've just had writers block in all my writing lately.