Reality of the life of a writer. I’m not reallly sure how to do this. Trying not to rely on my own wisdom or understanding.
The funny thing about a dream. You can attempt to live it, and feel at times rather delusional, or you can let the dreams pass and fade and always wonder if life could have held the possibilities of your imagination. I’m leaning towards delusion at the moment.
Take me again, Lord inside the wonders of your storehouse.