Sometimes I feel like I could just touch it. Sometimes I feel like it's just not real. Sometimes it feels so near but most times it feels so far. I pray that it's not too far. I pray that it's nearer than I imagine.
Have you ever had a dream that you've had many times over and after you've had it many enough times, you know in your hearts of hearts that it's meant to be? I've had this dream a few times now and sometimes I wished that it was real. I so want it to be real eventhough I know I'd be facing life alone there. I actually dare not talk about it too much for fear that it wouldn't happen. It's always been the case with me. But writing about it is something else. It's about putting it into a medium as a motivation to work for it, I suppose.
What am I writing about? I'm writing of a place. A place where I found myself, where I lost myself and where I regained myself. A place where I somehow believed in myself, and even in my doubts I knew that I could do anything. This place has got me bad and I pray that I could go back there soon.
I'm fighting back against defeat. Against all odds just so I'd make my dreams come true. Some dreams are meant to come true and I hope this one will.
~~*Dreaming of the Windy City Down Under*~~