Believe

what is life but not the thing we dread? the things we see are all in our head? this dystopian world leaves us to believe that life is really just a bad dream but how could that be? when what I see stays with me like the clouds in front of the sunset? the people that make life full? I see those things and you can't truly see in a dream so what I believe is not made up it is not all of these theroes that help fill in the blank to create the shell that protects the inner hate for this world but what is it really? if it is not just deceiving? it is what you see and it is how you bleed and it is how you believe what sights and emotions tomorrow will bring