I don't dream.
You know that.
I don't like getting disappointed
that I don't have expectation.
That I stopped dreaming.
Then I met you,
who reminds me so much
of my old ambitious self.
It was refreshing.
And to fill the gap you left,
I started dreaming again.
I got ambitious again.
Is it a blessing?
Is it a mistake?
I don't know.
What I know is,
it's scary.
The thought that
I probably can't stop.
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