this is what i think of when i think about the future

dreams of drill instructors and wakeups at ungodly hours.
dreams of hoarse voices breaking and squeaking with screams.
dreams of saving and protecting.
dreams of mental scars.
dreams of homelessness.
dreams of drinking.
dreams of chaos.
dreams of war.
dreams of sleeping under the same stars as you,
but the sun is shining where you are,
you cant see them.
it's ok.
i'll map them out and give them to you when i come home.
the bad comes with the good.
i want this.
it's good for me.
i want it.
bad.