A Heavenly Dream It is that kind of dreams that is so heavenly, so angelic and so beautiful to be true. Beautiful things are always unreachable, and even when you reach them, you either choose to be distant so that you will not damage them, or you choose to walk away because you already know that those things have never belonged and will never belong to you anyway. You also know that such heavenly happiness is an impossible dream, and that all feelings are temporary. You know that what you think to be different, real and magical is only normal, ordinary and even destructive and harmful. It is just a dream, and not all dreams can come true, especially if it is one dreamt by an idealist who hates reality and always looks for genuity, rawness and magic in others. Someone who loves whatever he thinks is different, and so avoids whatever he finds normal and superficial in a world full of normal scary people. It is a heavenly dream in an earthly place that happened to be so fake, so devillish, and so ugly.