a dream in the woods

I ran through these woods a year ago. I was lost, confused, angry, sad, and lonely. Wishing for a good future, wishing for friends, wishing for love. Well I found all of that. Simply one year later. Now I run through the woods reflecting on a time where I was strong and brave. I did it. I moved and moved and throughout it all, I survived. I survived because of me. Because of my friends. Because of love. Thank you, woods. For helping me cope.

a dream in a loving moment

A moment consumes you. A fulfilling love, the endless raindrops, the ballad on the radio. You realize your life could be gone in one sweep of an action. So you grasp that moment. Let it enrapture you. Cocoon you in its warm embrace, his warm embrace.

a dream as a wanderlust

I want to travel the world. And braid my hair as I'm staring up at the immensity of the Eiffel Tower. And sigh at the beauty of the looming irish castles. And clasp hands with the one person who can make me happy with a glance. And sketch the fashion of Italy. And dip my fingertips in the waters of the Cayman. And strut my stuff down England's fine cobblestone streets. Wanderlust.

a dream in apathy

There's the apathy. The unwillingness to text, FB, message, call, and talk. Because there are so many people, always fresh gossip, old feelings. The guilt of feeling detached and uninterested. It's false. I am not. And how can these new friends like me? The inability to accept the friendships, the closeness. I'm simply exhausted. This is hard. So many of them, only one me.

a dream in a flash

In a flash life tells you what you really want. Who you truly want to see. What arms will embrace you as you race down the stairs and relax into the familiarity of someone who loves you. Whether it be friend, family, or boyfriend, we all have someone we miss. 

a dream becomes real

The stream of happiness that bubbles up from your toes to your nose. The feeling of being held, in the warmth and comfort of someone's arms. The mindless tracing across the palm of your hand. The soft laughter encompassing the small space between them. Holding on to the neck of another who makes you feel this way.

a dream of the previously unknown

An open book. A blank canvas. An unwritten song. Possibilities. Possibilities of wondrous things, of mistakes. A walk in the woods on a cold autumn day. Can lead you to the previously unknown. The unknown becomes the known and now you know.