Do you know how it feels like to see your skillfully built house on sand being washed away by the ruthless waves of the ocean? Do you know how it feels like being dragged away from the warm cover of your blanket in the middle of your sleep and made to stand on a road that leads to nowhere during a hailstorm? Do you know how it feels like to have steaming hot coffee spilt over the palm of your hand when you're day-dreaming?
Do you know how it feels like to see the carefully stitched pieces of your one and only dream shattering right in front of your eyes while you just sit back, helpless, unable to do anything to save the only dream you saw with open eyes?
It all feels the same. It all feels the same.