Dark and Light

She asks me what the thin line between dream and nightmare is called.
Reality, I say.
Perspective, she believes.
I don't understand her, nor does she understand me.


I still think it's reality that straddles that line, teetering on each side by turn. Or not by turn, it seems to lean towards one for extended periods of time, then the other, always favouring one side more than the other.
And you always know that it's going to teeter right away from the dream as soon as it gets there. That the darkness is going to return, eventually. Soon.

~Sam

Update: March 20, 2013. I now understand a little more of what she meant. Perspective makes just as much sense as reality to me, now. Because it really is just perspective which differentiates dream and nightmare. And it really is just reality which teeters on teeters on that line, going one way and another. 

Opportunity Crisis.

I'm not a practical person, essentially. But the world turned me into one. I must act as though I'm genuinely practical. But I'm not. I want options. All of them. I want everything the world has to offer. Unearthly beings would think so less of us if we didn't seize the opportunities at hand. Having no sight is not being blind. Being blind is, seeing something but out-rightly ignoring it because your practical mind tells you to. I had dreams. But reality came in the way. Atleast that's what my parents made me believe. That your dreams don't come true, and the sooner you break them, the less it hurts. I don't let go that easily. Then i realized, it doesn't always have to be that way. B Quilliam once said, "There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it." What a brilliant way to look at it. If there's one thing I learned, its that, no one can help you. I'm sorry but parents don't help at all. They might offer support, but truth of the matter is, one can only help one self. You do that, and your good.