The Reason to hold
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Last published Sun, Jun 29, 2025
My head is a messy place-filled with dreams, fears, questions I can't answer, and answers I don't believe.
Most of the time, these thoughts find me while I walk. Or when I'm lying awake, staring at a ceiling that doesn't talk back. That's when I dream-about the life I want, the man I hope to be, and the quiet future that keeps me going.
So every time a dream visits me, I'll write it here.
One chapter at a time.
Not to escape reality,
but to hold onto it-
to remind myself that the life I'm imagining is worth waking up for.
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