The people who never supported my dreams were the very people who doubted them. The struggle is real when you cross the finish line and there is no one there cheering you on. There was never anyone. Just the sound of a crowd buried deep in the silent folds of my mind. I sometimes wish people could die of the illness I call denial. It, like many other illnesses of the mind, has its way of hurting others around it. Crippling disease. I keep pressuring God to speed the clock up, and at the same time slow it down. So much drive and ambition. I know now the turtle must be a very frustrated being.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 21:37:49 +0000
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