Aspire in 100 Words
Nothing I ever aspire for comes true- no surprises appear save the ones I work for. Hard. I'm not dreaming of the things I want most. I can't. In dreaming of them, I am, in some way, wanting them to be true. I can't dream of them- even if it leaves my goals dry and withered like the withered stalks of a once-flowering plant. I cannot passively sit again and again; eeling the blooms wither. Not again, not again, not again! Instead of dreaming, I want none at all.
 Attingere · Tue Apr 17, 2007 @ 01:26am · 0 Comments |
