What do you do…
When you are ready to give up:
On, your dreams?
On…YOU?
I don’t know.
I can’t.
I want to.
Tired of:
Trying.
Giving.
Caring.
With no give back, no try back, no care back.
I fight on.
Still.
Why?
Real talk?
My dreams won’t leave me be.
Damn them.
They are damning me.
To days of endless searching.
For:
If I knew, I wouldn’t be in pursuit…still.
Still.
Still!!
I dare not:
Give up.
Yet.
On, me.
On, my dreams.
Fresh hell!!
This feels like hell.
Apparently, I have more diamonds to collect in these worn out shoes.
keeping it moving/real,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I wanted to give up chasing these stupid dreams that won’t change a blasted thing for a stupid world stupid enough to keep ignoring someone as fantastic as me!
Even if I give up on my dreams, I can’t let you give up on yours, can I? Your dreams are too important. Keep going. As for me, I am going to keep it real, with me, and admit these dreams are just too heavy, today. Someone watch out for them, today. Asking for a friend…
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 