A Dream Within Reality

 

And as the last hand strikes midnight, she dwells in silence, as does the world around her, left to ponder the disgusting habitants of her hallow heart. She swore her heart would never be tamed, and it didn't. She just let the wrong people get too close, to something too fragile, and now she was dealing with the horrid repercussions. Bitter, angst, and lonely, her existence sponded from the faint beat in her chest. The same beat that valiantly became louder when he came near, pulsing with admiration. Her heart was now learning to move with the same rhythm as his. In moments that seemed like centuries, her shattered heart could rest, when she was in his arms. It no longer fought it's own strength to thrive, but simply existed. The burden that had burrowed itself into her conscious was becoming nothing but an increasingly insignificant nightmare. She was no longer taunted by the endless hours of her insomniac tendencies. A smile, far from familiar, now nested upon her face every day. The never ending rivers of sorrow and self-hatred slowly stopped pouring. The dark cloud above her head finally let the placid rays of sunlight peek through its distraught existence, and rested upon her face eagerly, illuminating her newly optimistic eyes. She spent days questioning the probability of something so seemingly implausible. She couldn't help but generalize these barbaric feelings with the euphoria of a dream... But when she finally realized the certitude behind this situation, she knew how close reality truly was...