I am a dreamer. I always have been, call it foolish. Call me one of the lost boys (girl in this case). But i know that there is something more. Maybe i am searching for something unattainable. Something beautiful lacks in my world. I run looking for it in my mind when it wonders off. I just do not think this is how i am suppose to live. I yearn for so much, and i am dying slowly on this third rock form the sun. Maybe my dreams are just that, a dream. Helping me see the true and beauty in everything is something no one has to show me. I wake up with visions of dreamy over shadows even on the most evil of things. I know what i am, who i am. And if it makes no sense to you, who cares. I just am a dreamer. Just call me one of the lost boys. And no one has ever understood me, alone is my main word when i speak of freinds who get me. Let me just close my eyes and dream, its my true reality.