Sometimes, I dream, a dream, of death. The infinite lullaby. Some peace from the hurricane that is my mind. Yet, just as often I dream of life. I dream of the sun, that may shine upon my face.I dream of times where it feels like i'm not always in a race, against time and myself. I dream of everyone else, I dream of innocent pure love. Pure hearts and good deeds. I dream of troubles, of fears and of lost things. Sometimes it overwhelms me to the point where i cannot move because no matter what I do it seems that in the end I lose. I cannot will myself though, not to dream. So i have to try to make these dreams a reality before...I am done..I will find me.