DAY 5 AFTER MUCH PROCRASTINATION.
Dear Dreams,
You come in so many forms. from so many places. at so many times,
half the time i don't know if i'm chasing you correctly,
or sitting back imagining you take flight in a hundred different scenarios, a hundred different times.
i have many.
ridiculous, impractical, pragmatic, sensible, over the top ones.
i want to go as far as literature can take me.
and then come all the way back and relive the whole thing over again.
because i've come between a point of deciding that nothing makes me happier than literature.
even if something does, it's a different sort of happy.
this is the sort of happy that lasts at a squishy corner of my heart somewhere.
it doesn't really run from my fingertips to the top of my head and make my heart have premature ventricular contractions.
dreams. haha, guess they are there so we know what we're doing
and why we cannot mess it up.
i have a hundred different ones every other day,but they are still dreams.
dreams deserve to fly.
or at least don't keep them locked in an old jam jar with the
butterfly carcass.
put them at the window ledge and stare at them daily until
they decide they can take off.
dear dreams,
thanks for coming true. and that i'm still in it now and everything feels surreal like
how you would want it in slow motion to prolong the moment.
but at the same time speed it up because there is so much faith and trust and
understanding and cookie crumbs.
it's a pretty cool feeling.
not something you're likely to be willing to replace.
thank you for happening. recklessly.
love,
gina
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