Dreams was written sometime in 2013. In my dreams I have lived a hundred lives
I have been both good and bad with iridescent shades of grays Once I was a teacher who led a revolution A cook who cooked for the king A revolutionary leader who killed a king A traitor with a heart of gold A queen who ran away The child who knew it all And the axeman who let the axe fall A cell phone which talked too much A book holding unto stories and touch Of the reader who left it behind But the best dreams are the ones When I'm with you The best part of dreaming Is that these are songs I've yet to sing
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Life is not easy. Living is one the hardest things to do. It is a choice made each and every single day. A conscious decision to go on. I want this to be a place where I can tell my truths. All the ugly aspects of it. The struggles and the triumphs. My truth is I am struggling to write. To dedicate myself to my goal of being a published author. It seems like I am fighting myself. Fighting against what is set for me and what I want to become, especially now that I am an "adult." I'm trying not to be a disappointment to those around me but I feel like it is inevitable. Life is never what you want it to be, even when it seems that way. I am struggling but I am still fighting. Trying to find a balance where I don't disappoint myself as well. I pick up stream and I lose it. I pick up a pen and nothing but a thin line of abstract sorrow comes from it. Life is inhaling, holding that one precious breath while visualizing shelter from the storm. I hope this can become my shelter. |
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