What a dream
May 15, 2008
I am the same. Improve yourself, and live the way you intended. Always become a better person, always hope for a little more. When are you satisfied? Never! How dare you suggest that I should stop trying to become someone else, someone that is respected, loved, wanted.
Who am I then? I am not me – the one with the promising voice, the one with the talents to succeed. How then can I become a dream? By dreaming the vision that will take me to the next level. I will only become myself when I beat down the devil in me.
Who then is that? The one that lies, the one that cries in her sleep, the one that wishes and longs for something better but never acts on her words.
Words. Words are words. I hear them and see them in all their glory but never really see how they can become actions; life. What a life. What a lie. What a dream.
