Dreams. Some watch while sleeping. Few try to escape the suffocating claws and work persistently only to let the sleep dream about them, determined to turn them into reality.
Failure. A leech. Every tongue, a reminder. Every shoulder, a boulder.
I've been flapping my tethered wings. Somedays, relentlessly. Others were exhausted, just saving enough strength for the next day, the next fight. Although late, if not for the real stars and the north star paving me a path filled with motivation and belief, my wings wouldn't have been set free.
Now the stars and boulders say it tastes tres leches.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you for reading!
Haven't found time to write. Just a failure to success retake.
Hope you'll are doing well.
Christopher about 2 years ago
Nice to see you back, Verity. I haven't been writing a lot either. A bad habit I need to break.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you, Christopher! I hope to get back in a routine too.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thank you, Jeff and Jamie!