Just sort of angst catching up with me. Fear's been chasing away all my anger since last night.
I've managed to keep a poker face until late yesterday when I blew up at someone I've known since we were kids and mentioned what's bothering me now.
Part of what keeps me sane in my life is thinking like a character from my list. For the first time in a long time, I think something finally, really, came from 'me', other than the characters I create, or put myself in the shoes of.

Sorry for how crappy it is, but the words just sort of came to me from the blue and fit some of my more melancholy thoughts right now.
The meaning is pretty much this. We all strive to dream. We all DO dream. We all reach for those dreams, but some people simply can't afford to reach anymore. Some of us are needed to remain on the ground and only look up as the others go.