“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela, 1918-2013
Sometimes my thoughts and dreams are so vivid it I scare myself.. I can focus on even the slightest detail, almost even feel it occurring. Breathing the tainted air into my lungs and exhaling.. It’s like I’m there, in that moment and it’s the only thing I can think to do.
No hesitation, no remorse, solitude, release.
Adrenaline rushing, coursing through my veins and seeping out my pores. Heart pounding, throbbing, nearly breaking through my thoracic cavity. Palms damp, nape beading sweat, eyes tracing back and forth- when? Now. Yes, go. A sigh of relief towards the end and the most peaceful sleep one could imagine..
I have spooky dreams, I am a spooky gal, and I’m totally fine with that.
I had a dream last night that I met Edward Furlong and the way I introduced myself was “You wanted the best, you got the best- the greatest movie in the world *cue music* DETROIT ROCK CITY.” ..no seriously, this was my dream.. And then he looked at me with disappointment and shook his head then laughed. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”—Meredith Grey