"...once I'd dreamed of sailing around the world, of paddling down the Amazon, of sitting around a fire with tribal people and sharing their food and their lives. I had loved the person who had those dreams. She was daring and idealistic...and gone." --from Tales of a Female Nomad but she's not entirely gone, by the way. she just gets lost sometimes. or buried under everything else. just please don't let me forget that "everything else" isn't me.
just because I don't have a single dream doesn't render me a failure no it means I have no plans to get in Your way and the dream that I'm left with when all else seems meaningless is to follow You
You never left me I fell empty of my own accord shutting You out because I didn't like the words whispered in my mind turning and yelling of abandonment pointing my finger at You when I was the one running in circles deafened by my own screams