A Dream, a Reality, Now a Memory

I was told the other day, “I don’t know how you’ve done it. If that shit happened to me, I would have been killed myself.” Drunken words speak sober thoughts they say. I know I talk little here and there about it but only when it is when I am deep conversation and in teaching a lesson to a feeble mind. Even now I can’t even say the word. I’ve edited this and erased most.

There is a lot of anger still there. Withheld anger and unanswered questions. However, forgiveness has over thrown that. I have sunken deep, deep into the crevices of my mind to find some sort of “peace” if you will.

However, with all the experiences I have faced, even in this exact moment. I would do it all again. Everyone knows that there is a chance of getting hurt. That is part of the “reality” that is in line with the dream. But like I said, I’d do it all again.

I fought myself every day. Every day. For so long.

That dream became a reality. A whole reality that I thought was a dream. Now they are just memories.

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