I long to be on the pier overlooking Lower Manhattan right at this moment. Once I had a dream similar to this. It was beautiful. When my eyes opened to the morning light, I blinked several times. Then I realized I was blinking at reality, nowhere could my life be as glorious as in my dreams. When I sat up in my bed, I was filled with this kind of yearn -- a kind of longing I would rather keep to myself. This secret, it comes haunting me every now and then. Sometimes subconsciously when I'm sleeping, but most of the time voluntarily when I'm daydreaming.
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