For quite some time, I have been wondering about how I fared in life these past years. I was once a dreamer, an idealist, always seeing things based on how I envision them to be. Seeking purpose in each day...overwhelming myself with the vastness of the world, overlooking the dreadful thought of realism.
Now...I have found myself still dreaming. Living in a life with all its' imperfections. Seeking love that is too daunting... I have left years ago with a courageous heart just to feel the rawness of emotions after.
New year, new dreams.
New life, new bliss.
Be armed with perception so real...
As it will leave you breathless, still.