What Happen To Dreams?

                             ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org

What happened to all the dreams as a child, the simple ones to develop a career, providing for myself?

What happened to the days of planning in a journal what I will do by age 25, 30 and so on?

What happened to all the fruits that should fall from hard work?

What happened to 2015 turning into my year?

The answers: NOTHING.

NOTHING good comes out of people like me, the people who be even mad at my struggle. Can you imagine people being jealous of a struggling, suffering person? Is that what the world has turned.

Then you have the ex boyfriend who messed up but will not leave you alone and his girlfriend who is adamant that you are the one who is after him. Someone needs a reality check.

This is not a piece for encouragement or inspiration. It is a frustrated words that need venting.

 

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I Am Over Summer

I am done with summer, I cannot deal with that heat.

I swear I am about to blow a fuse.

I am done with this drought and its lingering dry vibes, I am waiting for the rain to pour and pour.

To feel the chill creeping through my bones creating the sweetest sensation yet.

I am over this humidity, the culprit of that prickling eww heat, driving me insane.