day five.

Dreams (i'm going to go for the sleeping type)

I've spent years peeling back the walls of my mind trying to interpret the real meaning behind you and for years i've been getting nothing. I can't even think what to write about you, or to you, because i know that i'll get the same reply as i have for the past months i've been questioning you. nothing. I guess i believe there's something more to you, i want to believe that there is anyway. i mean what really is the purpose of dreams? they must tell us something about ourselves.