Lately I’ve been having the same dream over and over again.

 

I dreamt of a beautiful boy on top of the highest hill.

 

He was singing, dancing and he invited me to join him.

 

So I climbed that hill, but it was so steep.

 

I kept climbing and climbing

 

but the hill just got steeper and steeper.

 

I did, however, reach the top of the hill…

 

But I was too late, and that beautiful boy was gone.

 

I looked all over for him, searching for that bright smile.

 

He was no where in sight.

 

…and I panicked, because I know.

 

I know what the world can do to a boy-

 

who only sees beauty in the world.