experience happiness.

dreams are trippy things. 

they try to make you believe something that is so incredibly not true, and you actually believe it. 

for those 5 minutes that the dream is wrapped up in your mind, you go back to the place that you wish you had been, and will be, forever. 

There's no homesickness, no sadness, no regret. 

just love.

for the place. 

for the people. or should i say person.

for everything about the dream. so why was this dream put in my head? 

to make me mad? 

to tempt me?

how can i be so happy in some imaginary world... and then wake up, and realize that it's not true. that the happiness that i was experiencing was all a lie?

can this be true in life too?

can you experience happiness as a lie?

i guess it's possible. i just hope that it never happens to me.

i want to experience happiness for what it really is... not the way i experienced my dream last night.

the dream that felt so incredibly real. and so wonderful.

that's the worst way to experience happiness if you ask me.