Earlier today, I read something I said.
'My dreams are reserved for my fears.'
The thought has been bobbling in my head.
Is this true? I think.
When I think of my dreams, I think of the reality in them.
Rare cases express my fears.
My few fears.
If my dreams aren't meant to convey my fears then what is?
The result of my life as I continue through it?
Fear has always been at the center of my life.
Originally, I was fearless. Until I graduated, I was fearless.
Then, the time came where I realized that fear was important.
Was that in '16?
When the thought occurred to me that having fear made me human is an abstract concept to me.
What I do know is that I appreciate my fear.
What I fear, however, is not exact.
What do I fear? Or rather is it more about who I fear?
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I'll have to think more about this one because I'm still not sure.
3.20.19
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A Barrier Meant To Be Broken
PoetryA journal of a young adult with a dream. This book contains poems and collected thoughts of their journey that started April 25th, 2018. At the age twenty-two they find themselves stuck between cultures, and more than two.
