I love dreaming. And I'll keep dreaming; for no one can stop me but myself. I know my dreams will live though.
I love imagining. I don’t care if they come true or not. Imagination is like a plane ticket, to go anywhere you want, be anything. No one can limit you but your own mind; that is, if you let it.
I love music. I love music because it's the one thing that can make me feel true emotion, since sometimes it's difficult. The music I listen to can describe my personality more than I can sometimes.
Music is my plane ticket out. It’s my plane ticket to imagine and to dream. It takes me so far away. I feel like a stranger when the melodies end sometimes.
Like I belong THERE, instead of where I am. I wish I’d live there.
Anywhere but here.
But of course, reality does trap you; but dreams set you free.
