Lying in bed at night, my mind does not shut off like it's supposed to. Endless lingering thoughts of what could be, what should be, what I want to be...
I suffer of Dreamers Syndrome. And not dreaming in terms of actual shut-eyed sleep, but dreaming in sense of constant evolving dreams, goals and open-eyed visions of fulfillment and happiness. Not wanting to settle for less, but also scared of dreaming too big, I limit myself, just to find that my heart and mind rebels the next second. [...]
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OH, how my heart yearns for times of ancient past.
It feels as if I were living in a constant longing for times "much simpler than these"; times I myself have not even experienced. Times where technology was but a distant idea. Times where hard-work & devotion was not a virtue, but a lifestyle. Times where if the boy wanted the girl, he'd put everything on the line for her. Times where vanity was a privilege, not a right -- & times where simplicity was a mind-set, not a goal. Sometimes I get so enraptured by this world, my heart & my mind closes to this longing, yet lately not a day goes by, where I'm not dreaming of what was -- and what could be... |
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