all their life, they’ve been called a dreamer. head in the clouds, expectations too high, and idealistic to a fault. it’s simple, really- they just know what they want. they want to imagine better worlds, better lifetimes, better humans. they desire to dive into the deepest oceans and swim with the sea turtles, to climb to the summit of mount everest, to enjoy food without demons looming, and to feel the sun on their skin without getting burned.
they dream of their past, getting lost in the feelings they’d forgotten about. those pesky feelings, always getting tacked and tucked into the most unlikely of places- no wonder they’ve always felt suffocated.
they ponder their present, amazed by the journey and humbled by the riches of the present. a life and a home, some friends and some love- they’ve never been so fortunate, and yet, so uncertain.
they try to predict the future and dream of employment, of lovers and lights, of stars in the sky and balls of cotton candy colored yarn. try as they might, the future dances tantalizingly out of their grasp, and they settle in for the mysterious road ahead.
they’d rather be called a dreamer than dead.
riley's ramblings 