Like A Dream
By Peddler of Dreams
I hate what I’m feeling
I opened my eyes
I see blue, it must be the sky
I see the tips of my hair
I can feel the wind playing in my ears
A heavy feeling in my stomach
Gravity is pulling me down
Velocity is increasing
I reached out and felt nothing
I realized I’m falling
I can’t stop eating. Between bites, I am peddling dreams, taking photos, hitting my drums, conversing, boxing, and eveything else I can squeeze in between... A foodie who is guilty beyond reasonable doubt on crimes of passionate dreaming. I love to laugh. I want to build gardens of sunrise and sunsets. Life is unscripted, write about it.
I am…
Animated.
A glam ghost and the biggest dork
I used to be the ultimate drama queen
A ghetto queen, a jack of all trades
A player of basketball, billiards, boxing, Counterstrike
And anything that women are supposed to be poor at
A revival, a reinvention, a rarity, a simplicity and complexity
I am a lover of food, Bubba, music and photography.
I love the heat of the sun on my skin. And the wind blowing my hair
I love wild laughter.
I love making adventures out of the routine
I love the lowest and highest points of my Life.
Email: betweenbites@gmail.com
