My dreams are crying.
Inside I’m dying.
To break free.
Free from these chains of fear and doubt that are forever holding on to me.
My dreams are crying out.
Shouting so loud they are drowning out everything else.
I don’t know how to quiet them.
My dreams are crying. Who hears them? Who hears me?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I wish I could ignore these dreams of mine. It would make my life so much easier right now. I could go back to complaining about why things were not working, instead of trying to make them work. I could go back to blaming The Universe for not making my dream come true.
My dreams are holding me accountable. My dreams are forcing me to own my choices. My dreams are demanding that I make choices. My dreams are forcing me to choose. I have no one else to blame. Ack.
Okay, dreams. I will try. That’s all I can promise you. That’s all I can promise me.
What do you promise you? What do you say to your dreams?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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?! 