Once upon a time

I have friends who posed a question to me not too long ago. They ask me what are my dreams and goals?

I paused for a moment and replied " actually my dreams have died long ago"

I cannot define when was that, and true enough, I don't even dare to have the biggest dream now. In a way, somewhere at a little corner of my heart, I do feel empty because hopes of my dreams were gone. I think hopes relates to positivity n happiness? Because in a way, I will tend to look forward to the dreams I want but now...
As reality sits in and conquered most of my heart, I no longer knows how to dream n imagine the taste of it. I lost the most beautiful thing actually.
If u can't understand what I mean, it's ok. Bottom line is reality n dream, they can't co-exist.

So much for a once upon a time