The winter passes by too fast,
Maybe it's the holidays, maybe it's the added vacations, maybe it's the lack of sunlights that prompts a blue feeling in us all, but maybe it's the time we spend remember the few happy times
We tend to sleep more in the winter
Maybe time passes faster because we aren't awake for it, we dream instead, imagining what could have been.
Winter is reminiscent of tragedy.
My friend's mom's cancer came back this fall, Stage four breast cancer. metastasized. I tried to support her, to empathize, but how do I comfort someone who knows their mom is going to die?
Most of us dream of crazy situations and wild fantasies
She dreams and hopes that her mom will survive, just long enough for another Christmas, to see her graduate high school.
We are all fools
The dreamer's club is full of people wishing for the best, hoping, begging. Only some of us get our dreams, the rest stay stuck in this club, foolish, stuck in our own travesty.
The dreamers are cursed to an endless cycle
Getting their hopes up, and then falling short. But my friend still has hope, we all do.