Colliding Dreams

Once upon a time… isn’t that how most stories start? A way to bring people back to a time when anything was possible? Maybe even probable? I remember as a child… and I only use that term because I was young… when I had thoughts of leaving and never coming back. Working my way across the country and sleeping in cars and alleys. I was never afraid to get my hands dirty, my whole body was dirty… what could make it worse?

As I got older and things got… better? Less abusive? More… financially stable… ish? I started having dreams. Travelling… legitly… seeing parts of the world I always wanted to. Reading books upon books in cafes… parks… forests across the globe. I wanted to see everything the world had to offer and teach me and I wanted so badly to be a part of it. To meet people vastly…

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