When I dream I dream about a better life. A life where I’m free from the mistakes which have led me to where I am today.
I know I shouldn’t dream like that, I know I shouldn’t think about something that can never be. I’ve had my chance to do good in life, and I threw it away.
But in my dreams, I can do anything I want.
When I dream I can experience the way I wanted to live my life. I can see it, really see it. I can also see my mistakes, the mistakes that have made it so that I can never live it.
I know it’s bad to dream the way I do. It gives me hope, false hope.
If only I would have worked for it. If only I would have done something with my life then maybe I wouldn’t be here today. Dreaming about a life that I can never have.
How can I live this way? I ask myself. But I can’t find an answer. The truth is that I don’t want to live like this. But I can if I keep dreaming.
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Categories: flash fiction