I am writing just to write, just to feel alive
to get out of the space in my head
and place my hopes and dreams firmly in reality;
or what feels like reality anyways,
are thoughts real?
Are dreams real?
or are they just figments of our imagination,
are they false hopes without action?
I write to remind myself of who I am,
to open the doors I’ve shut on myself,
to reimagine what life can be like –
but will it ever leave the page?
Will these words ever become more than mere words?
Will my dreams come to fruition,
or will they remain a fairytale of my mind?