The dreams that play inside my head are the words that I can't say.

Step IV
Fiction

Whats the difference between fiction and life?
Everything is as real as you want it to be, if you only have the will to grasp it.
Those are some enlightened sounding words.
Why is it when you want to say something, no words come to mind? And why is the opposite true?
Somethings I want to say:
I forgave you a long time ago.
I hate you.
You aren't even on my mind.

Now only to say those to who it matters, not to myself.

What is "fiction"? Merriam-Webster's says "something invented by the imagination or feigned."
Made up. Pretend.

There is a line in a Coheed and Cambria song.
"The Fiction will see the Real"

Where does it meet? When does the truth become a dream?
When do you loose sight of the line between the lies and the lives?