Ignorant slumber.

I dream. I dream of worlds that are so wonderful that nobody would say No to living in them. I dream of times when life makes sense. I dream of times when you and I can share life. I dream, as the real world passes me by. I am a dreamer, and I cannot live without dreaming.

Am I wrong to want to something that I may never have? Is it wrong to wonder where I would be if Time had played a different hand? It doesn't matter, I can only wonder. 

Why am I here? Why are you here? Why does the universe exist? Why? Only I know how times I have lost myself in this abyss of a question. Why? There is no answer. Why? There is still no answer. Only silence answers me. Why? "Because, It is just so." - says the little voice in my head. I must settle for it, after all, it is the only answer I have. 

My mind knows no rest. Questions plague my every breath, resulting in turmoil that threatens my existence, my life and me. I know no peace; and it is the only thing I seek. 

I am a dreamer. No reality will ever suffice. I am doomed. Cursed and confined to this body and mind, until death do us apart, and I shall dream no more, breath no more. Is that all I am, an insignificant prick in the grand scheme of things?

Have I been dreaming for so long that I have dreamt my end too? 

I don't know. I am a dreamer and that is all I know. 

I shall dream, until my world and my dreams become one, in time and space.