We're not sure what we want, or what we even desire. We don't know our fears, the things that tangle themselves with your tears until you can barely distinguish the two. I think our dreams and nightmares are reflections of our deepest desires and fears. One might argue that they are a reflection of who you are but then, who really knows the answer to that question? We are who we are now and as a whole. I'm a fifteen year old girl who collects thoughts like some do love letters. Who are you?