True, no one can sense the future or what is waiting around the bend, but one can imagine and I suppose that is well enough for those who do not seek to find out at any means necessary. I am a dreamer, but that is not nearly all that I am. I am a figment of my own imagination and the imagination of so many others as well. I am a collection of stars that hide from the void of agony and nothingness. I am someone who will wait for your return long after all have given up.

I am the one who cries over the pain of the unknown in the comfort of my room. I am the girl who no one pays attention to and the girl who pretends that she doesn't care. I am the girl who has galaxies swimming through her veins and stars that burst in her eyes. I am the girl who says she has no emotions, but really feels too much. I am the one who is numb as the first tears fall down my trembling cheeks and starts to wail as the tears refuse to stall their pasage.

I am the one who hides in her room, hoping that once she leaves it everything will once again be what she imagines it could.