This about having dreams.

I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like this
Spongebob: I had dreams, once
Mr Krab: So what, I had kidney stones once, everything passes.
It's so delicously subtle, the two different kind of people in this world. Those who are focused on the practical aspects of life and those focused on things more theoretical and abstract. For what is a dream? It's something we don't have yet, something we can lose twice.

It's rare that I wear white, and it has nothing to do with lack of innocence, the older I get and the more cynical I become I come closer to my own innocence, there's no point to hide from it. There'll always be things I don't understand and things I'm happy I don't understand. I can however see the reasoning, the events to lead up to a certain point but my cynisism will never be greater than my hope. At other times my hope is not half as grand as my desperation. That kind that latches on to my spine and sucks the marrow out of me, leaving me barren and shriveled up in a corner. How can my sarcastic view of life help me when I fail to see the obvious, the vanity in chasing dreams.

Good things come to those who wait, so I'll wait while I'm scattered, not sure what I'm waiting for, maybe to meet myself as who I was, being someone without things I've done, a scaled down version of Molly.