I W I S H I T W E R E R E A L.

dear salvador,

that's why i love sleeping so much.

i was right. 

my dreams are much better than reality.

and that bittersweet feeling has arrived. 

knowing it won't happen, but hoping nonetheless. 

and what's scary is that i can actually remember this dream. i hope it can leave me alone.

i actually don't... it was a sweet dream. 

D R E A M O N.

well the blog title looks like one word (:

dear salvador,

© Rena Zheng 

sometimes i wonder why i refrain from sleeping earlier

the thing is i'm one of those ones

one of those

who wish to have a dream before i go to bed

just because i want to dream for an escape. and dream of something so surreal.

the bittersweet feeling of wanting something so unrealistic to be materialised.

to be real.

to be what i want it to be.

just like my dreams.