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Every man is born with a weakness,

However, mine is one that causes a great deal

Of pain.



When approaching a drop or fall,

It is often most suitable for

One to descend as gentle as possible?



Yet,

My weakness lies,

In the extreme harshness of my fall.



For I do indeed,

Fall ever so hard.



I am always seeking that

Which does not wish to be

Sought.



It is a curse.

One that will not subside,

No matter my age,

Or number of years.



I am cursed,

Cursed to be the

Seeker, rather than the sought.

The hunter, rather than the prey.

The dreamer, rather than the realist.



However, it is through those very dreams

That I survive.



Through those very dreams,

That I truly live my life.



For every time I close my

Eyes, it is your face

That engulfs my vision.



It is the very thought of you that rocks me ever

So gently into a peaceful slumber,

A slumber,

Which I often wish I would never wake from.



For it is solely in that dream,

That I am able to feel, the soft, wet touch of your lips to mine.

For it is in that dream, that holding you until forever,

Is what I am expected to do.



For it is through that dream,

That reoccurring dream that I am truly able to live

For it is impossible to do so with out you.



?Is a dream a lie, if it does not come true, or is it something worse??



Such sonnets composed to such music relate

To the situation in which I am placed.



For is it possible

for a dream to be worse than a lie?



The answer?

No.



For, who is to set the differential between

one?s dreams and his reality?



For?

What is true love?



Well in my instance,

True love is dream come true?



A dream that one never wishes to wake from?



For waking from it, simply to realize, that the one whom I seek,

In fact is sought by many, and in essence, seeks another.



So why wake from a dream, that brings that which is sought,

To the very one who seeks it?



?Is a dream a lie, if it does not come true, or is it something worse??



It is in deed not possible for a dream that does not come true,

To be a lie?



For the very thing that makes it a dream, a dream,

Is the mere fact that is a lie.



For if one?s dream in fact does come true,

One would be living their dream?



So where is the purpose in sleeping at all?

For you would waste time in the very essence of happiness, your dream.



If it does come true,

What is the purpose of further dreaming it?

When it will not become that which is reality?



However,

Dreaming it consistently makes ones dream come true,

At least in one way or another.



For it switches-

the reality and the dream world?



For reality in itself becomes a nightmare,

And that which is dreamed is in fact preferred,

To the nightmare which is reality.



In that matter,

Who is to say one cannot chose in which world they live,

Dream or real.



Who is the authority,

There is none?



For it is up to one?s own heart to decide?

It is one?s own heart that pines to be that which is sought by her.



So therefore, your heart makes the distinction, and it will surely decide

On an existence that is rewarding to it.



So I need not dismay,

For when I wake from this nightmare-

I will be happy?



I will be asleep,

but I will be happy-

Happy to be in a dream with you once more.



Because to me,

you are the only reality worth living.



So do not fear,

For when I wake from this nightmare,

I will be happy,



I will be asleep, but I will be happy?