Pieces of Memories

My dreams seem like pieces of memories,

Some look so real that I want to live in,

Others so preposterous I cannot comment,

In all of them I see the smiles,

The happy place that makes me whole,

I know that my identity is not in people,

But at times it feels like the road is lonely,

To catch a break and lay my head,

In a safe place of no judgement,

I look forward to it and make my way,

To what I can and live out loud.