Dreams?

I used to dream.      I still do of course, but not in the way where I have dreams, things that I hope one day to do.     I had a dream, to travel the world, at the time I wanted to go on my own.      I was so used to being alone, even now I’m used to it.     . . My dream changed though.      Through a conversation, with one person . . . so many years ago.    I could never look at it in the same way, I could never follow through that dream alone now.     I want to see the world, but everytime I even think about it . . another memory comes to mind.     Of something even more a dream.

I’m tired, but I won’t sleep just yet.      No dreams await me . .