Dreams

What if my grave has millions and millions of gold nuggets. What if I keep walking till I walk down into the box What if it’s so full of everything I’ve always wanted. What if all I’m doing is chasing air. What if none of it ever comes true?

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Mean

I'm starting to think dependency creates a sense of fallacy. The more dependent I become, the weaker I feel. Feels too small.  Feels to frail. Feels too short.  Feels too not good enough.   To be able to fit into the gaps that are supposed to fit Comes with countless pre-requisites that on the face … Continue reading Mean