why do i want to write. its just for me. no one thinks i am smarter or funnier than i do. but also , i feel as though i see life through a different way to most. not only have i been reborn because i dragged myself from the quicksand, my lungs filling, unable to breathe , no reason to try. the darkness had won. it was warm and familiar. but now the light is blinding …. and through it i can see clearer than ever. life is fucking amazing.
but i being poor have only my dreams. i spread my dreams under your feet. tread softly because you tread on my dreams.