I have erased this post a thousand times. It goes from being one thing to the next. I don't know what I want to say or what needs to be said. There are times that I realize that I am not the girl I see in the mirror. I wish for things that aren't. That wont, that should be.
Why cant I spend my days drifting from one dream to the next. take away those responsibilities and be surrounded by nothing but art, words, soul wrenching words.
I want the words to come easy. I want to be the person I dream of. I want to be something else.
To most this sounds like complaining. But to me, this is only a wish. A wish for more then I have. Maybe a wish to be brave. To one day do just that. Live in moments of wishes that came true.
I guess in the mean time I will be a mom, wife and full time worker even though secretly I just want to run away with the circus.Tweet