The fine line in between — It is during times like these when I start to reminisce, When it’s dark and the atmosphere is quiet, And I feel only half alive, Alive enough to remember those days Of love and laughter and maybe genuine happiness That is of a faint reality… But alas, It is only in my dreams where I can see who I want to see, Pretend that everything that I wanted to happened was real, When I wake, the sadness returns, Nothing actually happened…