I dream in vivid detail with my eyes wide open. And when they shut for the evening they are all the more painful and unobtainable. Perhaps I should focus more on what needs to be done rather that what could be done.
When I was a child I spoke to everything and anything. People, animals, vegetation, inanimate objects. It didn’t matter to me so long as I spoke and believed that my voice was heard. Now that I am an adult I speak very little. I realized that very little is heard of what I wanted to say or others are too trapped in their own worlds to understand what I wanted to communicate. Such is the pity of age I suppose.
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