I Dream the Dream

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ImageI dream of waking up in a small pad with Fleur-de-lis pattern all over the wall. I will peek at window and my eyes will capture the outline of the “most photographed icon” in the world. I will excitedly take in a lot of fresh air, as if that is going to be my last, and exhale happiness. I will eagerly prepare and go out with a beam in my face. I will stroll on the long avenue until I reach a historical image that distinguishes it from any other avenues worldwide. I will then go to a cafe for breakfast. Am I alone? I do not really care. Being physically there will be the entire thing that will matter. To continue, I will converse with the waitress. I will be delighted and proud of myself as I drop those phrases with the accent, enough for her to catch it…

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The greatest pain!

While I was reading this, I said “I’m gonna reblog this”.
After reading this, I was like “ohhh”.

While reading this, there’s something which connects this to a part of me.
After reading this, I said “I’m really really really going to reblog this”.

So here it is. I hope this will not make you only feel sympathy but will also make you feel you needed to do something, you needed to make a move, you needed to make even a small change.

Hug the people around you.
Have time to ask how they feel.
Watch the words you’re throwing to them.
Understand why their actions change.
Listen to what their silence means.
Let your friends feel appreciated.


Nighttime’s Unwanted Visitors


Midnight visits with feeble jaws,
while my teeth grind on white
horror –
my head has awaken, my body
has not.

A house is clouded with
my ghosts. Beautiful,
Numbing my legs with
a chainsaw gaze, I am barely breathing

Her pale hands reach out
my frozen plan. I am barren, dry of
thought, palpitating.

The daylight brings demons enough, but
I cannot
escape the night.
It comes as expected. Never without
ugly dread
cold sweats. Always.
soaked with paralysis, drenched
with the past.

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Sometimes it is the Hardest Thing to do…

Dew's Blog

…letting a person go.  Every so often…and I am willing to bet a dollar to a dime that we all come to a point when we must end a “ship” in our life.  Some are easier than other to walk away from.  Today, I was faced with an ultimate decision…should I keep a person in my life…or should I continue to subscribe to these internal emotions that I have suppressed on the inside of me and ignored for an extraordinary amount of time.  Before I made the decision a number of things entered into my mind (and I will come back to this at another point).

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” – Lao Tzu

Just the other day I wrote a post about Seasons, Reasons, and Lifetimes.  The crazy thing is…I was oblivious to the fact that this blog…

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I’ve got some issues that nobody can see& all of these emotions are pourin’ outta me.



How can you love someone you’ve never met and will never know? Is it even possible to love something that will never be a part of your life? The answer to these is neither simple nor obvious. It’s just how it is.

Growing up I never knew my dad, held no memory of him, and will forever have no idea of how his voice sounded. Truthfully, there is very little that I know about him. I’ve been told that he was an amazing wrestler, that he was one of the funniest people one could ever meet, and that all he ever wanted was a family of his own.  But these are things I’ve merely been told, and sadly they don’t hold as much value compared to if they were things I had experienced first hand. I don’t know how he thought. I don’t know what his favourite breakfast cereal was…

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I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking.



Jealousy makes even the most confident of women turn into a self-conscious child. Most of the time we hide our jealousy and insecurity with pure hatred, because we’re afraid to admit the truth. We’re afraid to admit that the problem isn’t with them, but with us. That we’re the problem.

There have been many people throughout my life that I have claimed to hate. And each and every one contained some quality or experience that I didn’t, and was jealous of. I’ve claimed to hate people because I can’t handle the fact that they’ve had friendships and relationships with people that I haven’t, because I don’t want to admit that I’m not the person that was wanted. That somehow I’m undesirable and they possess some innate quality that I don’t, which attracts the people I care about in a way I never could.

All women judge other women, comparing…

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