Big City Dreams

It's time to start dreaming again. I was always the kid with all these impossible dreams. In 5th grade through middle school, I dreamed big. I wanted to see the Ocean, and I did. I wanted to see Venice. Venice, Italy. Ha, like that was possible. I figured maybe ten years from now, if I'm lucky. No, I went to Europe right before 8th grade. I wanted to get out of my mother's house, and I did. I wanted to go to Chicago, and I did. Ride on a pirate-like ship. I did. I mean fuck. It's incomprehensible. I've made dreams come true, time and time again. Yet, somewhere along the way, I lost my ability to get it back. I stopped setting goals, stopped dreaming. But, I've started again. Some aren't likely, some are. But I'm listing them out. Not here, in my wonderful, now decorated moleskine. :D Paige gave me a silver sharpie. I wrote my favorite WiL Francis poem on the back, and Love on the front. I'll probably spontaneously add things as well. I have a purple pen to write with too. I love it. So yea, I haven't wrote on here in quite some time, I decided I should. I've been neglecting this blog a bit. But from now on, I'm setting goals, being productive, and dreaming. Big.