I had a dream where I made some real friends, we were actors prepared to go on stage. The script eludes me, far away. And yet in this moment, still, it felt real.

What is the nature of friendship fading, what is the nature of dreams unlasting. Where both yet neither will last forever?

The last day I went to the director, the last day I said my thanks and goodbyes. Thankyou for giving me a chance, thankyou. I said in my heart as earnest and true.

Yet on my way there I also met them, my partner in these trials, perhaps, friend. I wished them luck, and wished them true, and wished. And wished that these friendships didn't soon end.

It felt hollow because I didn't dream, because in that moment it would all end, and yet. The irony at the end of the night, it was even less real than that, a dream.

We went to the set each week that passed by, for moments it felt like I was wanted, and for a moment I looked forwards still.

Yet I woke up in the end, wanting null, knowing that it was all a dream, like last. Knowing that ultimately, those friendships, they were meaningless, those feelings, they too.

And so I thought, and so I mourned, and so... I realized, that those feelings were still real. That even if lasting only a night, I laughed, I smiled, I waited, wept.

That is the nature of dreams, of life too. Where at any moment our paths can shift, change to another track, never to cross.

No one will speak of our time together, none will celebrate the small joys we did, and yet, even that, it has meaning still.

We are living a dream, or a nightmare, and yet that does not make it meaningless. Is a second of true happiness worth? Are the moments we spend, even ending, worth something in the end? Worth something still?

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I think so, because be it dream, or wake; things felt real, The moments they felt cherished. One way or another, they mattered still. Those dreams fading, those realities too.

Alot of what we see today will change, doesn't mean we should give up however. It means we should fight, just to make it last, just to make those moments of happiness.

That is worth it on it's own, that flicker; that shimmering in the darkness lasting. That matters, it really does in the end.

Even if there are sparks that have burned out, Never to return, not reconciled. They meant something, if only in that time, and that's enough, and that's okay, that's life.

We the actors on the stage playing friends, perhaps never were friends at all, perhaps. But that's part of life too, that sensed facade. It's far too late to ask now, dreams ended.

Yet at the same time, I cherished those times. They made me happy, no greater meaning. They made me smile and laugh, that was real.

I look back at my past, and have questions. What words that were said, sent, were realy reall? I'm not sure, but that dream has ended now. There are resentments in my heart, yet none, no answers are to now be found, not now.

Perhaps those words, actions, came in a blur. A flareup within emotion, moment. Perhaps those words were then true, no longer. But does it matter in the end, fading? Does any of it matter in the end?

Only I can answer that, only you.

What matters can only be picked by us, and I'd say those moments mattered still. Those moments where we laughed, like a lost dream, never to happen again the same way. I'd say that those moments really mattered, I hope that those moments were real to you.

Even if no more than a dream, a stage, I enjoyed sharing that lone stage with you. Even if it was for you, just an act, I'd like to believe, that what I said was...

real. 'cause I truly can say I laughed, smiled.

That is the nature, of a fading dream.