storry

it was right there in front of it and it could not see it. it didn't want to . there was no way that was true. but it was and it stroke it in the face like some cold rain that would not stop and in the end it washed all the dreams away and left it with a clear sky full of reality. that aspect of life that doesn't need a dreamer , or dreams. or hopes. nothing at all and then you think what next where to go .. and then the sun goes up.. just that is spring so it's still cold...and another day comes and another and so on and you realize you can live a life with no dreams at all . you don't go and die. you eat, breath, sleep and then you wake up again and start all over and that's it . the end of the dream and know one knows or cares about it . this is the end of the dreamer since no one needs her any more.