(written: Apr 28, 2010 )

I hate forcing a smile.

Saying I’m fine when I’m not.

Holding on to these things that burn my heart.


I want to wake up to a day with hope,

When I no longer have to please to survive.

So I’m free to laugh, to cry and to love.


I hope you do not continue to be a vague representation of my perfect imagination.

I hope that the dreams are not dreams that are never meant to be.

I hope one day in a perfectly imperfect moment, you set your eyes on me.


And I hope I see you.

And I hope at that moment I’ll know.