No one will ever really know anyone, ever.

No matter how much they talk, how much they live, or experience together, deep down in the little nooks and crannies between head and heart, secrets lurk never to be revealed. Even in the most soul-bearing naked moments of our lives.

And that's not always a bad thing.

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It's better to be running towards something than away from something. And it's best when you can take time to enjoy the run.

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I cry in my dreams.

I guess I'm not really allowed to cry anymore. It's a sign of weakness; a sign of failure. Something not acceptable as an adult, unless you're at a funeral, or someone's crashed a plane into a building.

I'd cry for my lost friends, my estranged family, my foolish mistakes and my personal failings. I'd cry for a world well on the road to disaster, and all the innocents that suffer for it.

But I'm expected to withhold emotions. Be "mature". Society expects it, family expects it, peers expect it.

So I cry in my dreams.