Strung Together by Dreams
I am a line from a song that speaks to you,
That understands you in your darkest moments,
That takes you to another place and time,
A memory you could never forget even if you tried.
I am from the people in passing cars with faces I may never see again.
I am the girl that has a hard time saying goodbye.
Chasing cars up the street just to say it one last time.
I am from the middle of the road where I lay with my best friend,
To find what it is like to feel alive.
I am from the place where laughter is always ringing in my ears.
I am from the place where words left unsaid are heard.
I am from the sound of rain hitting the pavement,
Creating a symphony of saddness.
I am the girl that dances around the house when no one is home,
Singing at the top of her lungs.
I am the girl with the same best friends since sixth grade.
I am from the place where your name, height or weight do not matter.
I am from my brain matter stained kitchen cabinet,
Where my life changed in an instant.
I am the girl that gets lost in bookstores filled with stories,
And words that can change the world.
I am from the writer's pen posied at attention,
Ready to tell a story on that blank piece of paper.
I am from the desks of writers that have come before me,
And the beautiful pages that surround it.
I am from messy hair and comfy beds,
I am from the land of happy days and sad nights,
I am from little bits of magic overlooked by others in a flea market.
I am a train ticket to nowhere.
I am from the places I have only visited in my dreams.
I am from Wednesday nights laughing next to the love of my life,
And Sunday mornings sneaking glances at the boy next to me.
I am from the pain you get in your stomach when you laugh too hard.
I am from an empty museum on a Tuesday,
Alone with the pieces of art work as the artist was when they created it.
I am from the feeling of lifting my hands in the air,
Feeling the wind slip through my fingers.
I am from the exhilarating feeling right before I walk out onto that stage.
I am from the land of the terrifying and wonderful experiences,
That are everything to a girl like me.
If you are looking for me in a dictionary you won't find me,
I can't be pinned down or described in so many words.
And that's ok with me.
I am a piece of the universe, strung together by dreams.
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