April 17th, 2016, 12pm

It was 8°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.

As I’m sitting here, with a sky full of stars above me, I can’t help but wonder about what will happen to me. Not about when and where my ashes will be discharged; seems a little far fetched. No, I’m talking about my mid-twenties. What if I’m just too far up my own ass, this breathtaking and beautiful future I’ve created. What if I continue living in this fantasy bubble until reality comes and slaps me hard across the face, just like she usually does. Her middle name is indeed check. People always preach about “dreaming big” and “don’t hold back”, but what if you become your dream? What if you start breathing and feeding off your dream, so disconnected with reality as they come.

Only time will tell, but for now, I will ignore the warning signs and the risk of a broken soul, for the sake of my temporary happiness. And keep on living in my surreal fantasy world.

David Wade said thanks.

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Anja Bryant

Hello, fellow authors! I'm just a kid with a passion for writing really unplanned, messy and imperfect texts. I hope to improve my writing skills, and also read others work. Have a nice day! xo

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