i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

maybe i've never had the courage to chase after them.

step after step i'm moving forward,

never moving beyond the comfort zone of things i already have learned and love.

maybe its time to start a new thing.

but how.

when your desires are split into so many wishes,

you end up not doing any of them.

maybe thats why im so eager to return to my childhood,

where dreams were just dreams..

and there was no sorrow in not chasing after them.

here i am. 18 years into the run.

with words penned in secret,

with feet moving in silence,

with voice singing in quiet.

all the art i want to embrace,

all the loved i wish to hold.

i refuse to let my life be a string of i wish-ed.

i want to do the things i've always wanted to do.

the dream lister will come.

and he shall listen.

and he shall comply.

and i will be rewarded.