What happened to our dreams, what happened when we imagined how our lives might be, we grew up and the dreams and imaginations slipped away. They make our lives complete, they make us believe that a good live exists for you and for me.
In the mist of it all, he would burgle his was to her heart. She couldn't hide she couldn't run, she could push but he would push back, till she realized. This is real.
Morning light shining through the small cracks of my blinds, I stretch out on my bad not wanting to wake. I hear the world out side my window, neighborhood children and birds in the brisk air. Just one thing I need to start my morning, a cup of tea with its bitter taste of theine on my tongue, sugar or honey for a sweet wake up.
It's been quite awhile since I've written anything, I guess it's safe to say I have writers block, it's good because I can focus on other things, and it's bad because with out it I feel depressed, any ideas for some inspiration to get me out of this funk?
I often wonder what life would be like if I could go back and change a few things, but then wouldn't today be different, am I really willing to change what I have today? Would I have the same job, friends, home, would everything I love, and all the fun I've had still be the same? Well I can't change the past now, but I can learn from it, all I can do is try to create the future I want, I'll try not to look back anymore and want to change another thing.
I know dreams aren't real, and some believe that they are symbolic of things to come. But I just wish I could escape to dreamland anytime, make it what I want and always return to where I left off. I often remember my dreams and some I wish I can return to, some I wish to forget. For now they will just be something I look forward to at the end of a hard day.
As a child we believe in the unseen, magic, fairy tale creatures, holiday legends. But as an adult we lost our belief, and some how the child inside is gone, just because we grow up doesn't mean we have to stop believing in the unseen. The child inside is still part of who we are.
Growing up isn't the problem, forgetting is.
~The Little Prince~
Rain rain wash away the pain,
Out with the old and in with the new,
Rain all day.
It's a new year, time to forget everything that has happened in the past, let's move on and make our lives what we want them to be, starting now let's make everything we do count, set a goal and do what ever it takes to reach it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR