fighting the fatigue....because one can not be made up of only ideals. one needs a heart to go with those ideals. one needs hopes, dreams, fears, and stories to be real.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
the things to be.
i am me. and you are you.
but tragically we cannot be we.
dreams visit me in my sleep.
they beckon me to believe things i've never seen.
helpless hearts grew braver,
blurry eyes grew stronger,
and hope grew in a heart to believe for things to be.
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