• I lean my head against the cool, rock-hard wall, unsure of to what I was thinking-what I was feeling when I had that dream. I remember it so clearly, something I have never been able to do before. I was walking up a shadowy street, it was late at night. When, exactly, I couldn't be sure. I remember feeling like I was free, as if all my secrets and fears were realeased from their cages and set of somewhere, as if I had nothing to hide. I found an old shop, antiques, by the look of it. An elderly lady came up to me and took my hand. And what suprised me was, on top of feeling so uterly happy, I didn't pull away from her soft hands, like i wasn't afraid of a stranger. Her hands, they were wrinkled, smooth, delicate. And gentle, i vaguely remember, so gentle.
    "Welcome, child." Her face was unreadable, which sent me back to my previous state of shock. I'm so used to being able to read faces, to dechipher any emotion, while as I hid my feelings from this cruel world in my so-called heart. If I do have a heart, it must be steel. I'm just childish, I guess. A selfish soul while my brain was above any normal person of youth, at all, really. I guess that's why everyone looked towards me for comfort or help, I could tell their thoughts, see their souls in their eyes. A curse, is how I see it. They would spill their hearts out to me, not knowing that it's on their sleeve already. No need for earthly words. I already feel their pain, brushing it off as i sit amused and interested as to what they take their feelings for. Sad, how I truly don't care,how it amuses me. And sadder how most of the times I tell them what they want to hear, leaving the cold hard truth for them to figure out the painful way. And I keep my thoughts and my soul locked away, knowing no one could find it.
    This lady, on the other hand, told me she knew. In those two words she left me awestruck, and hopeful. As tears rolled down my face, I pondered why she looks so disgusted. So.... sickened. Oh yeah. I nearly forgot. She knows. But as my eyes sharpened, as I wiped my tears I saw her eyes, caring and-something else. And just like that, I was brought to reality, awakened. I took me a mere minute to realise that it was all a dream, and that look in her eyes was...understanding. I smirked, getting dressed and ready to take in another day with my usual curious and oblivious look on my faux face. A smirk was still painfully pressed on my face as I walked down the halls of nowhere. I reached a little stone wall and sat down, leaning my head against the cool, rock-hard wall. And then I laughed, a tiny painful giggle, and it somehow reached a laugh. She knew, she understood. She could see through my mask, she knew, she understood. She gave me hope that I wouldnt have to fake my way, that someone know my cold soul and embraced it, as it was. By now, I was roaring with laughter. Painful, harsh laughter. Dream on, child. Dream on.


    And by God, I pray someone could know who i truly was, and that person wasn't me, nor him.