Changing Slowly


It always feel good to dream

I always call myself dreamer. My imagination is wild and rich. I’m very sure of what I want.

I’m ambitious and proud. I always believe that I’m bound for greatness. I feel like, I’m someone who could make a difference.

In my imagination, I’m the epitome of perfection. Flawless and have it all. I couldn’t ask for more.

But, that’s all a fiction. I’m using my imagination and visualization to runaway from my reality. I’m so sick of it.

I’m far from perfect and I’ll never ever be one. I’m full of flaws. I have plenty of insecurities and fears that stops me from doing things.

My fear of judgment stops me from pursuing what I really wanted in this world.

In just a snap, things slowly changes.

That girl who’s very sure and already foresee what she wanted, found herself in the labyrinth.

Barely surviving, trying to redeem and revive her lost dreams.

Published by She Writes

She's a dreamer. Hopes to be lost in oblivion but the truth is, she just wants to be seen and heard. In quest within and lover of life. This, too, shall pass so I will keep going ; I still don't know. I'll rest for the mean time.

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