Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?

It's like the lifting of a fog. Only it's not that enjoyable. No, it is more like having the Novocaine wear off.
I come to a realization, but it isn't unfamiliar. It isn't something that I haven't told myself a thousand times before. It is something that I knew, only something that I tried convincing myself otherwise; because when I before believed it, there was a blinding pain that came along with it.
It's so hard when you're emotionally tied, when you allow yourself creative, elaborate justifications for actions you know to be untrue in their end. You keep acting on these feelings, knowing that they are the realest thing you feel, but not accepting that they are only so true because everything else is a lie.
I've been forced to let go of my pipe-dream, lately, and people keep telling me... and well, showing me... how liberating this really is. And it really is, only that one still looks back on the Grad Illusion and wishes it could have been true. It's hard to let go of a dream like that. It's hard to wake up on a rainy day.