Sometimes when I close my eyes, i can see the twinkling lights of Christmas past.
Sometimes when I fall asleep, my dreams take me back to Yesteryear, back to paradise.
Sometimes I forget what it’s like to be unhappy all the time; I forget what it’s like living in a world where everyone is waiting for me to mess up.
And in those rare moments, I remember briefly what it’s like to be happy again, to be myself.
But we all have to wake up.