Aspirations. Dreams. Goals.
We talk about them all the time.
And then there are the dreams that make you toss and turn in your bed at night; the ones that make it so you never want to wake up.
And then there are mine.
Dreams about my dreams.
How I dream of being this thing that I will never be because let’s be honest; it’s me.
But I love you, you keep me going. Keep me striving to reach a goal, reach this ultimate ending. And even though it’s not all about the ending, but instead the journey, I can’t help thinking if it’s the ending that will change me.
But then I remember I’m still in high school. I have time to dream.
I’m just going to enjoy it while I can.-The person whose mind you invade
YOU ARE READING
messes of letters (30 day letter writing challenge)
Non-Fictionbecause i cant be bothered walking down to the post office