sometimes i feel like my dreams slip through my fingers like the balloons slip away from childrens’ hands.
reading all the posts that @skywaitress had while she was living out one of her dreams in India really inspired me to not let go, to not forget or push those dreams aside.Or even to stack them neatly in old shoe boxes and leave them in the closet to collect dust. I’m fighting for one dream right now, but those others? I don’t want to see them fade away.
some of them are personal and not even my diary hold those, mostly they’re just told to ever patient and loving Belle. Others? Others I can share, these are mostly my dreams of travel, the place in the world I hope to one day see. that i hope to move away from city lights, to breathe the fresh air and see the stars at night.
the first of these that I wanted to share: Ireland. I’ve been planning to go to Ireland since I was in 5th grade. I dont remember how far before that I fell in love with the photos, stories, documentaries– anything I could get my hands on. But I remember at recess with my childhood friend, looking at the photographs and imagining what it would be like to see that beautiful country.
