The pain from harsh realities inspires me to vomit.
Fantasies are dreams that we control. They’re guided by our imagination, peppered with seasonings of desire and kept alive by unreasonable hope.
Reality is the mortal enemy of dreams with a caustic venom so lethal the scent alone can derail a freight train full of fantasies leaving it a snarled wreckage across the landscapes of life. An ominous reminder that reality cares nothing about your dreams or fantasies.
But the death of a fantasy sometimes feels worse than the loss of a dream.