Dear stranger who always sleeps on the church steps by my parents house, i wish there was more i could do for you. especially in the winter. i often wonder if you'd be offended if i gave you money or food. But once i slipped you a banana while you were asleep. I hope it helped in some way.
Dear dreams, you're never going to come true. seriously, why fucking bother? except for the funky ones i have at night, you're useless. and even then the night dreams aren't always a hoot to wake up from. i've come to realize there's just no point in having dreams anyway.