I live in a world between reality and dreams, between sleeping and being awake. It's just that I want to live in my dreams, but that reality doesn't allow me to. Reality whispers in my ear: 'It's not going to happen, you're not able to do it.' Or: 'Of course he doesn't love you, why would he?' Reality doesn't believe in anything. Dreams do, they believe in everything. They shout in your ear: 'You can do it, you're the best. Everything can happen, anything is possible.' And: 'Why wouldn't he be in love with you too? Of course there's a chance.' Reality or dreams. Cold or warm. Scars or plasters. I can't choose, I don't want to choose. I wish reality was a dream, but it's not, it's not.

Don't live in your dreams without reality.  Don't live in reality without dreams.