photo 305/365: ‘Dream on, dreamer.’ (anon)
© Ashley Herrin. Cape Cod 2012
but who am i to dream of you?
you’re not mine to dream about.
i lie & deceive myself
the truth comes out
of an empty shell that was
built on a foundation of false information
Different things keep coming out at me making me realize that life can be really short.
Life is so precious. I can’t half-ass this. I need to work twice as hard towards my goals if I want to accomplish anything. I hate how it takes people dying for me to realize this. There are the people who have died and touched the world, and there are the people (two of my fellow Lowellites, but class of 2011 RIP to both of them) who died before they reached their fullest potential. It breaks my heart so much. That everything a person’s worked hard for can just end so suddenly. Therefore, I’m going to charge full speed ahead towards my dreams I’ve had for so long.
and the threads of dreams i never knew i had came undone in an instant. and my mind unravels at the thought of the future.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
I want to flee to the Upper East Side.
I’ve been watching too much Gossip Girl.
I’m pretty into the mix on 94.9.
Because I don’t want to think about how much I wanted to just have a conversation with you but you just went to sleep. And I don’t want to think about how much I wanted to see you tomorrow… but given how early you decided to go to sleep I bet you didn’t finish your homework.