Dreams


As the years pass, my childhood dreams pass me by, one by one.

Whether incomplete, unsuccessful, untried or made impossible, they fade and leave a hole no new dreams can fill.

Lying here in full body pain, constant dizziness, nausea, headaches and chronically fatigued, I have no dreams but to see tomorrow. To hope for a less painful day, to get outside and sense the world again.

Don’t grow up to be me.

I am grateful for what I accomplished prior to my illnesses. Memories are all I have, and I have many to last.

Remaining positive is my toughest test.

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