In the deepest and darkest tunnel of my mind, Through the darkness of the abyss there is a continuous dream. One of which never stop. a dream of a desert. I stand there, sand passing over my feet to the sandstorm from which I have crossed through, in the distance more desert. A hot wind passes through my entire being, the sense of accomplishment, and success hold me. My arm shading my face from the blinding sun from the dark heavy sandstorm from which I came, I see the horizon my path, though it is more sand, storms and challenges. I continue on, wondering, becoming stronger. Becoming the character I set to become
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 21:10:52 +0000