(or avoiding my sleep dreams).
as i sit here listening to friends sing,
look at another's travels,
and write emails to africa,
i'm reminded that although i am alone & awake at 4am,
i am very close to the things i love.
surrounded, when i need it.
at the end of a very exposed email,
she asked me, "could lost dreams be the most devastating thing in life?"
my answer: "yes."
let's promise, to never let each other stop dreaming.
stop chasing them.
no matter what may come.
you can call me a fool,
but i know the truth.
and i trust in that.