Sometimes my dreams blur together,
and I wonder if I ever really had them in the first place.
I wonder if I'm as crazy as they say I am.
If there really is such a thing as striving for to much,
as impossible dreams.
Then I wipe away the self pity and remember
that no one can deem my dreams as impossible but me.
Frankly I don't even believe in the word.
As crazy as my dreams are, I will prove them wrong.

My arms are numb again
as panic begins to ensue.
How familiar the sensation
of this panic feels.
I want to scream.
I want to scream out for help.
yet theres nothing I can do but breathe.
My heart rate rises and my body shakes.
I regain control but only just.
Then again I try to breath and remember..
everything will be okay.

Once in awhile tragedy strikes in our simple lives.
How big the spinning world is around us.
Just a tiny part a trillion piece puzzle.
It can either make you feel extremely small
or incredibly large to be able to be part of something so massive as the world we are in.
I choose the later.
There is no need to be the center of the universe
or the largest piece of the puzzle as long as you get to be part of the puzzle.
Without you the world is incomplete.
That one thought makes me feel special,
and makes me remember how much everyone has to give

Im sick to my stomach.
my heart racing and not in the good way.
The panic ensues again.
I was getting so much better before
then moments like this hit and
I am drained.
but I'm okay despite the sickness
because like all things it will fade
my heart rate will return to normal and
it will be a brand new day,
a day of hope and dreams.
so for now I will breathe and dance in the rain of the storm
before basking in the sun that is to come.

She slipped quietly away in the night
out the door
Not to flee
Although she wanted to.
But simply to look at the sky.

To find the moon
that she knew lied above
her over crowded and young head

She smiled up
at the blackened sky.
Then she found the object of her affection.
Brightly shinning on her nearly carmel skin.

She spoke sweet words
to the light that was in the darkness.
She made it brief but she longed
to be embraced.

She smiled and she breathed deeply.
She felt her insides grow with warmth.
She wished for more..
but for now the light of the moon would have to do.

“I love you,” she whispered
then she again hid away in the house once more
with hope for a better tomorrow.