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30DLC - Your Dreams | 7:20 AM

The 30 Day Letter Challenge
Write to - Your Dreams

Dear Dreams,

I actually neglect you. I could be arrested for not feeding you daily or making you starve in lonliness. I can't always seem to find you too. You're either hidden, or so cleverly disguised I give up the thought of even looking properly for you.

Mr Daydream however, is always where I've last left him. He is fabricated, a very very long time ago from my favourite childhood television programs and books, into a short sequence of events that i always recall to soothe myself down. But I can no longer modify him, like slab of cement he is hard, but he will never waver.

My heart dreams and wants, but my brain always brushes them aside, undermining them with naiveness and selfishness. I only dream of things I have experienced and tried out. Only when it has been proven to be within my grasp, do I dare to dream of doing it again.

I'm scared to fail. I always have been. I'm afraid to sign up for different blog accounts on wordpress or tumblr in case I neglect them in the future and let them remain as reminders of my uncommitment and indecisiveness. Do you know how many journals I have at home with the first three pages touched and the others withering with neglect? I'm afraid to dream and boil up that pot of hope when i give up drinking the milo after looking at all the ingredients it requires. I think i'm lazy, I'm not sure. My mum knows the why, she says I'm exactly like my paternal uncle. Ambitious, but can never carry things through. I don't want to ask her more.

I think i'm scared to fail even though I know myself to be capable of so much more. I rather not try, then to try and fail and be remembered as that. My dreams have never been reached, because I've never had some. Even though my heart strings are strummed everytime I read the papers of remarkable deeds and inspiring determination, I just close the papers after I'm done. I never cut them out and magnet them to the fridge.

I don't know how to write to dreams, when I've never had the courage to face them.
Another time for this letter then.

Goodnight,
Joy

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    • About Joy

    i eat SOIL
    & i spell my name as SHOY
    & i look good in ALUMINIUM FOIL.
    i treat lovers as my TOYS
    & i flirt with girls* and BOYS
    & my next target's ---
    cause i am JOY

    copyright KAIQI&ANAN(:



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