The leaves are changing

The dreams have come back with the threat of proximity. It's so tiring to put so much energy and emotion into something that just can't happen. No matter what gets tried and said, nothing changes. But the dreams are there, waking me up, feeling good, and then drop once that true sunlight hits my eyes. Hold onto it, because no matter how far people go, and no matter how much they change, if I stay away and hold their memory in my head, they'll always be the same once I tuck in at night.