...for every time I closed my eyes, I saw that dream. So strong was it that it made my heart pounding with longing. Thoughts would be racing, trying to convince me of their existence, and actually succeeding. I would be left hanging, out of breath, knowing nothing to do... because the dream was not something I could realize so easily, so soon.
It was something bigger than me, something I was too scared to pronounce, something I was too shy to imagine. So strong was it that it made me lose sleep and my mind occupied.
Possibilities, possibilities, possibilities ran back and forth, tempting, luring me in, enslaving me and turning me vulnerable. It was bigger than me; it always has been. It always had that frightening and thrilling charm, and before it, I was a middle school girl all over again, believing I can, believing I should, believing this is worth everything I've got.
God, have mercy because I am afraid to be broken. God, help me because this is worth all the treasure in the world to try. God, bless me because this might be the only thing I have ever truly longed for... because this is the dream for which my heart beats differently from any other wishes and prayers I have ever sent to You.
And I'm writing this out because my heart just can't take it anymore and this is a concept too great for my brain to process.