I am currently hibernating in the most loudest cities there is, city of Los Angeles, but it can be done. I just ignore the sirens, the lights and the late party life. I am taking this time to reflect, and get better- lick my wounds. I’ll be back soon my loves.
what luxury to be here!
What happens then to that dream deferred? Was it truly your dream all along? Were you denying yourself of something? Avoiding a realization? Or naming your dream in the wrong category?
Does a dream have a different face? Or do you fail to call it by name? Do you need to dig deeper to find its name? or do you dare just say it? What if your dream is like that of all the rest-of vanity and appearance? Doesn’t it seem too unreal?-too discouraging?
Is that the dream you are chasing? Can some dreams be harmful? If so, dare I go chase it? Is there even a questioning them? Don’t all dreams come from that same stem, of life, truth and beauty? If So, my dream has to be true. Anything sprouting from that stem has to be beautiful-even if the rose has thorns. Dare I- or better off, what makes me think I am anybody not too?
Inspired by Langston Hughes, “Harlem”