Times are tight for people all around America, and I'm one of those people. No, I don't have it as bad as a lot of other people because I don't have kids or a mortgage. But I do have bills . . . more
"My little kitten Opal has always been curious. She would always get up on the toilet and climb up onto the sink while I was doing my makeup or brushing my teeth. She liked to do "girl stuff" . . ." more
"My cousin and I are musical fanatics. We love to sing the songs together as we're watching. Neither of us have seen this yet, and we can't wait to!" more
Perhaps I am a dreamer, and a dreamer's dream mixed with a writer's talent can often have devastating consequences.
I wouldn't call myself a poet, had I not first called myself a dreamer— an idealist— in love with the mere thought of love and all its tragedies.
My own soul is vacant, but it's the dream that keeps my pen alive. The dream that wakes me, The dream that pains me, The dream that inspires me.
And should I stop dreaming should I go numb to thought, all such inspiration, all such pain and waking would be in vain.
All that would be left of me would be a stolen thought from a dreamer's tongue while I sat waiting in the corner, forcing my eyes closed and hoping for a dreamless sleep.
