In My Write Mind

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

–Dreams,
Langston Hughes

I‘ve always been a dreamer. Always wanted things to happen the right way, the way they were choreographed in my overactive imagination. Wanted things to go according to my mental script. The visions I had never really ventured too far off the beaten path, but still… that’s all they were.

Dreams.

And to my dismay, when I was young… they almost never came true. (more…)