like.... big. like big, y'all. big.

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like.... big. like big, y'all. big.

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You are the dream chaser,

To the stars you are closer.

You carry your dusts and powders,

Hoping to apply them to sudden dreamers.

While you lurk in the sleepy air,

The dream you are in is prom and a girl with a hair.

You add the golden dust labeled adventure,

And a celebrity pops through the door.

You catch a raider dream and place it in your net.

You fly to dream sky, and guess which spot you get?

The biggest star and dream in the sky.

Now since you know where dreams are alive,

It’s time to say good-bye or good night.

A new chaser will be on your pillow tonight!

  

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that's just a poem i wrote about a year ago, written in a journal full of my thoughts, scary thoughts. torturing thoughts... anyways. let's cut to the chase.

dreams. what do you think they are? normally, dreams are white puffy clouds, but, not here in larisieta. that's my main character, jean,'s point of view is on the topic dreams. white. puffy. c l o u d s. white = pure/true. puffy = hard, tough times. c l o u d s  = sometimes beautiful, sometimes icky. so, let's translate what jean's saying. normally, dreams are true hard times that are sometimes beautiful, and sometimes icky. 

but is that a reason to give up on your dreams? just because they require a lot of work, and sometimes aren't the best things. is that a reason to give up on your dreams. answer it for yourself, m'kay?

i'll answer for myself. no. it's not a reason to give up on my dreams. i have big dreams. i'm going to go to juliard for college and get my masters degree in music and teaching and become a music teacher. 

and i shouldn't give up on it. and you guys need big dreams. like... big. like big, y'all. big. and never give up on them.