Love, life, lies.
Playing the game of imagining is a dangerous one. It can leave you paralyzed by all the possibilities. Not knowing what could be because you are scared to dream.
When my life finally all came together, I thought I’d imagined every outcome.
I dreamed of the ocean. The waves. But most of all the shore. Covered in sand or snow. It haunted me every night but in the most wonderful of ways. Until that night.
It was absolutely heartbreaking.
Sinking below. Deeper and deeper until you hit the ocean floor. Never to touch the shore again.
Sometimes taking a risk is the only way to break the surface. But that doesn’t mean it’s going to end well.
You can’t even imagine.
Trust me, I should know.