Winged Dreams
A snowy Sunday night, I sit and write!
Consider this world a place that will never deceive you. There is so much out there that can help you strive to become something elegant, but then again, there are those ditches and warzones that bring tears to your eyes when you hear the saddening stories. Morning to night, I spent my day fantasizing about living in a dream. It’s sad to know that with all the wonders that I have, I still seem to have something that I’m yearning for. The part of this that makes me weak is knowing what I am yearning for. I am yearning for a life in a clean, stable country and feeling that I have a tranquil spirit that flows all around me with a smile. That feeling will make me courageous, I know it! It will make me fearless but I still ask myself what makes me so scared? It’s the shyness in me that has overpowered me. Tonight, I will sit and listen and wait to strike towards that dream like a hungry tiger eyeing on his dinner. I will one day find that feeling and that place. My compass is pointing East to the places where my dreams fly with the most beautiful of wings and one day I’ll reach out for them.
