Dream a Little Dream..

My head is a bubble, which I live in, where only God and I know the contents. And some lucky loved ones who I might occasionally reveal blurbs to, if I choose, and if the situation feels right.

Some people say, pop the bubble, and make her awake.

But who said I was sleeping?

No, you're not living.

Yes I am.

I dream awake. Did you know that was possible? In my head it is.

It sounds unimaginable to you, but that's because you've never tried, or your pretty little head sits better inside the box.

I live between the seams of reality and fantasy, sometimes as an escape, but most of the time, it really  is my life.

I may get the two confused, my emotions wired, and my mind twisted and tangled, but that's the choice of an imagination let loose, running free and wild.

But I enjoy it, in a self-destructive way. It's sort of fun, to create make-believe situations, and appear strange to strangers or the familiar.

It's my movie. I function by seeing myself roaming around life, but through your lens, and his and hers.

Did that just make you think?

What did she say? What did she mean?

Hey, is she crazy?

Not at all. I'm just being me.

Simply complicated. Just like a professional perfectionist.

You can't take me out of my thoughts, I like the shadow, and the light, what you see, and what you don't.

Creations, fabrications, productions.. I love them. It makes life less dull, and more picture perfect.

Isn't that what we all want?

Don't wake me, if it's sleeping that you think I'm doing.

Don't stop me, because I am living.. I think.

Changes..

I am at the age, where I'm still guessing my way through life, because I do not fully know, yet. Just when I think my mind is made up, and I'm certain I want this until eternity, a change happens.

An event arises, and a circumstance arrives, to mend my mind, and make my heart feel very different.

The once intense passion has faded, slipping into the fall of a new liking. I question why things change, sometimes so spontaneously, but that would be like asking why life awaits us with challenges, when that is the way it's been planned, and I suppose is meant to be.

Most of us panic when we make mistakes, forgetting that trial and error is all part of the living process, that takes us to the final destination of completing our identity, and understanding our purpose.

What I mean to say is, don't kill yourself if your mind changes, out of thin ice, and if you decide to jump to a radically new conclusion, because we never know where the wind will blow, and how the river will flow.

All we have is the present now, the past is gone, and the future may not be ours, so take on the chance that calls.

Though I am young, my journey has already begun.

Life has presented many forks along my road, upon which make me break as I willingly take, but I remain determined, to be patient, because a value of faith exists.

Plenty of changes have turned this life upside down and inside out, but I refuse to raise the white flag, for these tests will not end me, but renew thy with strength, once the tears stop.

We learn to let the changes occur, and embrace them.

I read somewhere that we should not edit our feelings, for they are honest, and exist upon a reason, one we may never see, and understand, not known to us.

The pain is awful to bear, but denying the natural truth is more agonizing.

Life is full of emotions, that spin and whirl, with happiness and sadness, sweet and sour, and yes spice and  drama too.

So, let it be.