On the distant horizon

Sometimes on these tranquil nights when it seems dreams evade me, I realize this IS the dream. My thoughts that sometimes plaque me with insecurities now seem to flood me with hope. Venturing out into this new phase of life, I can be me. I can dream. It is frightening to think I can do anything I want, go anywhere, be anything. And you know, I want it all. I want to look back and say "I did THAT." In the end, I want to know I did everything I could. I want to conquer the world, to see colors I didn't even know existed, to live and love more truly and abundantly that I ever thought possible. As I sail into uncharted waters on an ocean of possibilities, the sunset filling my soul, I know one thing. I'm aiming for the distant horizon, knowing full well I may never get there, yet the journey is just as captivating.

Another sleepless night

Last night I struggled against this wakeful world yet again. My eyelids were heavy with dreams they would never see. I laid awake listening to the insects humming their tune into the peaceful dark of the late night. The fight against my racing mind for the sleep that I craved was lost in the waning moonlight. My eyes begged my mind to stop, for even in that one moment of silence, sleep may have snuck in. But it didn't, and I laid awake. Instead of laying in frustration yet again, I started thinking about my future, with tomorrow seeming a faint light on the horizon, propelling me through the darkness of the perpetual night. I closed my eyes in hope this time, not desperation. My future flashed brightly in front of my eyes, the shadows dancing on my eyelids. And as my mind finally gave, I feel asleep into a dream already in progress.