Some say stars are much like dreams...

Did you know I dreamed once? Long ago I used to have my own fantasies and I hid behind my insecurity and ignorance. Oh such bliss...I wore it as a badge and I dreamed.
I once dreamed I was handsome, smart, wealthy, wise, popular, and so much more. I dreamed I was humble, poor, simple, and far away from the rest of the world. Entrenched in my visions and fantasies, I dreamed.
I dreamed once, it was a long time ago in a world much different from the one I still am in today. A world where my family was beyond the ability to do wrong. My parents were the paramount of fairness and integrity, my brother was my closest friend. Money was not an issue, and I always seemed to be able to get to where I wanted to be when I wanted to be there. Yes, once I was shrouded in so much ignorance that I practically lived in a dream.
Ah yes, once, long ago, I dreamed.
I dreamed I was better than a car. I was going to drive a motorcycle. One exactly like daddy's, only red. Red was my favorite color you know. I could relate to it in that wordless way children relate to everything in their world.
I dreamed I was a great man. People respected me, listened to me, wanted to be me. I was humble, and a spectacular person all around. Sometimes, such an imagination reminds me exactly why people may have found me irritating.
I dreamed. Oh yes, I was a dreamer.
I dreamed I was a man to fall in love with. Deeply passionate, intimate and well balanced, good-looking and encouraging. I was every woman's dream. If I was such a person people would believe I was a womanizer, or a mirage.
I dreamed I was talented. I could paint in some of them. Others, I was a musician. Never a singer though, I find that strange that I didn't stray for the spotlight. No, I was a simple street musician, content in his own abilities. Not much of a dream in comparison.
Once I dreamed, yes I dreamed of being someone amazing and simple all at once. Once I was everything you wanted, and once I was everything you'd hate.
Oh, but did I dream.

Some say stars are much like dreams...and when they fall from the sky, that dream has died.
I remember when my star fell.
Oh it was beautiful to watch my dream die. Oh if I could have all my dreams die with such splendor, I would myself die a splendid man.


Also, my phone's battery is like baked...its charging. I can't explain why o.o
I was about to call and it just like...self-fried or something and my phone shut off...yea it was before 9...I was eager to hear your voice.
It should be all charged (or swapped with my dad's battery heeheehee) tomorrow...but my dad went out to do...something I donno what. He's not back yet...I'm kinda worried.

Hope work didn't suck or anything. I love you :P
Assuming Devon is the only one reading this O.O