I wonder what the next step is.
I hear Bearcat. Every day.
I see words. Beautiful words. Everywhere.
I want more.
I am alive.
I pretend all the time.
I feel deeply.
I worry way too much.
I cry when I'm frustrated, when I'm happy, when it's Tuesday afternoon.
I am growing.
I understand everything. I understand nothing. I'm sure I fall somewhere in the middle.
I say "I love you." (Even though the autocorrect on my phone ALWAYS tries to change it to "I lube you.")
I dream lucid dreams at night.
I try my best.
I hope for good things to come my way and yours.
I am not alone.
I Am .... Old School Blogging.
You are most certainly not alone and wish for tons of good things your way, too!! ;)
ReplyDeleteI haven't had a lucid dream in awhile but sometimes they come often and I love them. And I always fly. Or try to find food.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. It's really tough pulling off this kind of gentle poetry and you nailed it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteNo you are not alone by a longshot, you sound very much like me
ReplyDeleteI touch the keyboard all day too! ha!
ReplyDeleteI dreamed a wolf was trying to attack me last night. Must be b/c I ordered White Fang for my son to read over the summer yesterday. LOL.
Glad you linked up!!