It means nothing, really…

I dream at night

I dream to escape the stress

I dream when I want to escape reality

I know it is only a dream

I wake up and can enjoy the thoughts and fantasy

Reality exist in my day to day

In my children’s eyes and in my family’s support

I imagine a hammock and a chair in a spa

I imagine a massage chair on a cliff in Tulum

Dreams come and go, reality stays with me

I know the difference and am not afraid

I hide to protect my identity my words often hurt

They reveal too much of me

I don’t want to hurt my family with the truth and disappointment-I hold it all for me and those pages of my computer or journal

I put it out there-I let it go. Cheap therapy for pains of my past a safe haven to use my imagination, a place where when it’s over, it was only a dream and for me

I don’t search nor wish to confuse the two

I ski a slope and take care of me. Me and my guilt, me and my fantasy, me and my disappointment

My current reality, a dream come true

I do nothing that will harm the truth I know.

I love, I smile, and I take care of those around me. I encourage even those I don’t ever see.

I regret when my words are hurtful, they’re not a part of who I want to be. I give positivity and optimism from my heart; I try to be a good mother and honest wife. I love.

Addicted perhaps to helping others, addicted to loving me I want to shine, I want to be a good friend, and I want to be a good person. No secrets, no hiding, no running from the truth. I tease, I laugh, I play, and I love being a muse. Use me for what you need and move from me when you are done.

I hope

I have passion

I give thanks for the questions that help me grow

I explore my depths

I let my auto pilot pull my pen

I dream of being good at something and passing a gift on to all of you, no one …And I laugh. All an exercise, an escape, a dream or actually my reality that makes me stronger