~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The honking of a horn drilled into my ear, and I frantically opened my black eyes widely, like an owl. And I appeared to be sleeping in the car, where I was with Sammi and Ren, but it felt different. I touched the car door and a heavy mist of fog loomed over it, I was touching right through it. What am I feeling? Oh right. The feeling of my dreams. My dreams. One word to deceive the world into a darker surrounding. I always slept soundly asleep, but my mind was a world of chaos, and yet, I woke up everyday. Why do we wake up everyday? Some say it's because God had gone to put us in misery, and others think it for the love of their family and friends. Wrong. Living in the world is a test. A sacrifice to the world, like yourself, is a test to see if you were ever made for the world, if you would ever make God show you that you are different and unique like no other. From the other 7 billion, it seems like no chance. But it is on. You always feel it. And you always want to show that it doesn't matter where you came. Or how you act. It's true to your own intimacy. Your passion, your creation. And the way it was meant to be. The sky was oily black and the most was permanently suffocating me. This dream happens often, I find myself in a black hole of where I began, and where I came. Then the lights came on. The car was still on the road, and Sammi was sleeping, and the book was still in my lap, the pages unfolded, which I thought for some reason I folded the edges for paragraphs, but didn't know for sure. The words grasped me again, and I wanted to know more: One tries to overcome it, but everyone knows it tries to choose its path differently. Huh. I thought. This is a really good way of expressing. But I kept reading: And when you try to mask it, the others find your true blood, and take for their own. They think of usage, and they enjoy the pain. Fiona rested her head against the pillow of her fiancé Derek, as he smoothes her hair in the limelight. "I love you."she said softly, and drifted to sleep. Derek spoke in his deep voice,"I love you to." Ugh. Love. What humans stride for the love and passion of another drives me insane. Love doesn't help, it doesn't soothe the soul. It only sheds more tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~