It’s pointless and silly to wish for things we can’t have, like trying to catch the wind. I probably know that as well as anyone by now. When your chest tightens up from that aching in your heart as it reaches out to grasp something so far beyond its reach. Something so unbearable, that it causes you to stop dead in your tracks and everything around you just ceases to exist. Maybe, I’m a dreamer. Call me that if you want. Call me anything at all. I, and I alone, get to decide when this dream is over.