I wanted to touch my dreams, but they felt like a star, beautiful to gaze at yet so far away. Like a candy jar that I can’t pull out any of the pieces. Like a book with blank pages and no title. My depression has me on strings, I can never move forward, it’s like […]
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To me, love isn’t the most important thing in this world. The most important thing to me is to go after what I dream of.
Dream
I dream about not being needed, having silence like my favorite instrument song, and my mind put on do not disturb. Letting the dead leaves fall, instead of hanging onto tears. I want a break from the stitch and fix, maybe I can get to know myself and what gives my heart oxygen. I been […]