Dreams: Or Oddly Plain Fantasies

"And though these dreams were meant for all, it is to I alone they fall." - Hob, from Piccadilly Dreams

If there was anything I could do to make this work, I would have already done it.

If faith alone was enough then it would be fine. But faith requires people. And people are so very often the problem.

People are this problem.

I am this problem.

For the first time, in my entire life, I have no answers. No right answers. No wrong answers. No answers at all.

I've been lost before. Been broken. Been beaten. Been down. But I've never been like this.

I almost can't believe there are still new challenges coming at this point.

So close to the end.

But that's the world we live in, and I'm always thankful I live in it, because things would be a lot less interesting if it was any other way.

I ask for very little but the possibility that things could work out, and rarely am I disappointed. I'm afraid though. Afraid of the impossible...or more appropriately afraid of the lack of possibilities.

If there was ever anywhere where the impossible was possible this is surely the place. And if there was ever a time where we needed the impossible to be possible...it is now.

"And so these dreams once fit for none, now belong to everyone." - Hob, from Piccadilly Dreams