Sara's Dreamworld

I tried to be a realist.. A realist always knowing what's useful to do.. A realist doing always the right thing.. Because being like that wouldn't let you feel any kind of guilt in the end.. Well, I thought so.. As I say.. I tried.. And I failed.. But actually I don't see it as a fail. I see it as a way to know me better. I got to love the part of me I hated so much. That's the part of me being a dreamer.. A regularly changing human being having always new interests and flying above the clouds with my dreams.. I love it and I won't care about others judging this part of me anymore. Well, I'll try not to..

It is a beautiful time of day. You are feeling happy, comfortable in your body and soul. You feel yourself. You are listening to your heart and mind, both being united in harmony. It is the time of season you are getting hopeful and dreamy again. Beautiful dreams you are having there. Your mind breaths again and your heart sees clearly. But... But then you feel the complete opposite. You are getting sad because of the happiness you just felt. As if it were not your right to feel so. Or you just realized that this happiness won't last forever as nothing will last for eternity. And a huge cloud of hopelessness just showed up, letting its cleaning waterdrops rain over you. Cleaning yourself from all your childish feelings of happiness.