Me The Imposter

I had a crazy dream. So big. So impossible. I then wondered.

Why would I punish myself with something so beautiful? When have I known such beauty? Would I not destroy my life when the inevitable cyclone of hope faltered like an unwavering storm.

Once again I talked myself out of another dream. But oh if it were to come true, would the prestige of my fearlessness like a buoy guide me afloat away from the darkness of my hopelessness?

Should I hold on? Is it worth risking my sanity. Is it better to be a mad optimist than a sane pessimist?

Let me try hold on. A little while longer because you are so beautiful.