Life is good.
living a dream.
But life has a price.
And so does the dream.
Dreams can be exhausting.
Is it weariness?
Or nostalgia?
That makes me miss my daddy’s smile
Sleeping late on Saturdays
Planting flowers in my own yard
Granny’s chocolate pie
The ocean
My convertible on a starlit night
Being less cynical and jaded
Family forfeited in the divorce
When the kids would hold my hand
The sweet smell of puppy breath
Scrabble
Childhood friends
Simplicity
Another day
Pursuing the dream
Cherishing the moments that brought me here
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