Your reality

Walking down the street with a fresh breath of air...It stings my lungs Reality takes over and tears begin to fall. I reach into my pocket with one last hope that the fate I have to face will be simple and unique. I leave my home to follow a new route...the one that we all hope is less traveled and yet it gives us the desire for life. The journey begins next week. If only my patience were so good. I live for this desire...for this truth of where we are and what we attempt to do with it. I wake up daily...no regrets...just happiness and chin in the air....never to look back. I'm out there...reaching, but not searching, not looking...just feeling, yearning without connection. It will come... it will stop hurting. Life goes on, people recover, people learn. I believe... The truth is the only way! THe colors come to me to help me solve the riddle...the one of life and dreams.... I've got this!