Its tough to wake up and find the reality that was isn't a reality at all. It was instead a picture that was painted from the deep recesses of your mind.

Waking realities can be so very hard to cope with. The reality is always a picturesque place that carries a moment of breath defying beauty. Only to realize it was a corporeal illusion.

On rare occasions have I had a waking reality. Each time I loathe my position, and love my former, but what remains is my dissolution. I long to find my moment - it is out there.

Next time I don't want to kiss my fantasy and find they are not there.