Confession.

I should admit
I'm addicted to dreams
They're the thrill that always leaves me wanting more

I'm like everyone
Mine don't make sense
But they're my little hole in reality that I like to climb through

There I hide
'Til dawn wakes me
And the memories fade until later when they come bleeding into life

But some nights
My dreams are real.
See, those are nights when I either wish the beauty would never end or wake up screaming

There's my confession
Every night a risk
But I either learn or I love or I escape and there is always a beauty in pain whether or not it is real