Dreams

My stomach is knotted and my head is a whirlwind. The only thing that calms me is the book in my hand. I want to live in the words, forget who I am and be someone else. I want to blow off school and spend every day riding my bike in wonderland. I need to find peace within myself, but the stresses of life keep making themselves known. I think about my purpose here on earth, and internally I'm shrinking and shrinking, and really, what will I amount to? All I want is to be writing, reading, flying, sleeping. I contemplate and think too much. And this blog is my only retreat.

"I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water."