Just one of those afternoons I guess....

Dreams dreamt and dreams forgotten.
How much time is left before the night stars fade into the morning sun?
I wake with bitter tears in my eyes for I have painted myself like the frauds I hate.
I can see so much further without my eyes.
Feel so much deeper without my hands.
Hopes and fears, the courage to be fearless.
I try so hard but nothing seems to work.
Surrounded by people yet all alone.
Scared of going backwards, slipping away.
I’ll be okay?