Dream world

"How do you know you're really awake? How do you know that everything you see before you, isn't a dream?..."

      I am only four years old living in a dream world, where you try to hide the tears falling down your face. If anyone saw, it'd be too much to bare. Right? Well, I want this dream to end with a smile on your face. Some say it is over-rated to love, but love you? I do.
      Sometimes I want to wake up four years old. I want to smile again, I want to be in your arms, laughing. Just like it used to be. I want to feel like you could stop the world from dying. I want to feel like you're the strongest man alive. I want to feel, again, the illusion of safety.
      ....I want to say this to you, but I can't. I don't think the words would leave my mouth. I, am afraid of your reaction. So afraid,... Eventhough I only wish to tell you; things will be okay.
      I want to be a source of solace, and I want to be there when you fall. I want to see the real you. Tears and all. You are not the strongest man alive, but you are something more. You are you. Loved, and always adored.
    I hope someday you'll see this, if ever you're snooping through my things. I hope someday you'll see, just how much you really mean to me. Maybe someday I can tell you "I always knew it'd be okay", but I'm afraid that line, is for a different day.

"I am four years old, living in a dream world..."

No, I am eighteen years old living a hellish reality.

-For Dad