My sister is my favorite,
My baby, and my guardian.
I see her in dreams,
Dreams about visiting,
And whether my life is so strange,
That my dreams are plain,
Or my imagination needs a break at night,
I’m unclear, but the dreams are only as twisted as life.
And no dream of my sister,
That closes the gap of bridges, and responsibilities,
Can ever be a nightmare.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
