Sometimes it hurts to just imagine. I think about how sublime I feel imagining the loviliest daydream. It's perfect, in the way that drive on the warm day soothes the heart. The smiles last forever and smell is the sweetest smell that our hearts could ever understand. Only, we can't ever quite grasp the perfection in that moment. No matter how soft the touch is to our soul, we wake and realize that all of it is part of a world we can never reach. In that moment, my heart hurts and I remember to blink and wait eternally.