Sometimes I feel like my bones might just collapse under all this pressure...all the dreams that always feel so real and almost attainable, then all of it comes crashing down on me again. I know these battles will only make me stronger. A little piece inside of me dreams of a better life, an easier life, where things may be handed to me; not on a golden platter, but a silver one will do. I'm not saying I don't like the battles...I just want more. I need more.
Sometimes I feel like my bones are collapsing...and then I breathe, and everything is ok.
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