Making it, One Day at a Time

I Dreamed a Dream

...He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came


And still I dream he'll come to me
That we'll live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather 


I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed...

Maybe

I am strong.

Each day it gets a little easier,
But some days it all gets worse. And the week of progress just disappears.

I am.
I'm lonely.
At this point I don't know if it's because I miss you,
or if I just feel disconnected from everyone.
All I know is nothing feels right.

But you probably wouldn't feel right either.
Nothing is.

Some days, simple tasks seem impossible.
Some days, everything is easy.

Was any of it real?
Was it all an illusion?

What is love really?
Is it definable? Attainable? Touchable?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe "love" doesn't exist at all.
I suppose it all depends on point of view.

At the time it felt like the real deal.
It felt like nothing I've ever experienced.
Maybe it was just hormones. Chemicals.
Maybe...
Or maybe it is more then that.

Maybe you're all I'll ever really want.
Maybe we're meant to be together.
Maybe... Everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

Or, you know, maybe not.
Maybe not.