Nothing can
compare to
deserving
your dream.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am actually alive. I need to feel to make sure that I am still living and breathing. There are times I feel as if I am just participating, watching from the outside. But outside on my balcony, the frigid gusts slapping my face, my lungs filling with ice, I feel as if I could conquer the world. I feel alive. For this reason, I love the winter, because it lets me know that I am still here. It reminds me that the world inside my mind, however filled with wild ideas of philosophical stories and events that never existed [yet], can still be created. Can and do still exist. On any scale. Just don't try to weigh it.
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