after a rigorous four months of panting about future dilemma's which often seem closer in proximity to the next. life's prospects have bright underlying themes but can often be cascaded under the pressure we ensue throughout the course of a lifetime. the saddest part is the fact that i feel so much pressure behind what others think that i forget to bare my soul. bare my soul from the torturous heartache, stomach and back pains, even the migraine from an associate's cruel words. have i allowed life to now break me down to ground zero or am i raging like a crazed bull with hope on the brink of failure. if i can just go back to the time in my life where things were overshadowed and the pains of failure we overturned victoriously.....
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
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