Am I the only one who feels stuck while the rest of the world rushes by my window?
There they go: busy...capable...full of life...bursting with energy and oozing with possibilities.
I stumble where others move on undaunted, unhindered, unfettered and unconcerned.
My days are unchanging; without drama and the bits that make for amusing stories. In the Book of Living I would not even merit a footnote; boring even to myself.
I want to fill my days with the fire I once enjoyed, but I struggle to lift my arms, my camera, my pen or my book.
...but in my dreams I dance among the tall grasses.
I am wandering over distant green hills and discover hidden glades of bluebells, and the woods reveal the secluded, dappled meadows that hide within their depths.
I listen to the wind as it caresses the leafy treetops; sharing secrets to the Robin nesting there.
Do you only live through dreams now too?
Will you please answer me?
...hello?
Keep dreaming and writing as these ARE forms of living!
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