Why make America “great” again?
On hate and fear?
America isn’t perfect; she never has been.
We should make her great,
With love and open hearts.
We are the land of the free and brave;
Not the land of the enslaved and cowards.
I want more than this—this mediocrity.
I want to see places and know. To be able to say I’ve been there.
I want to do what I love, and not settle for less than that. People who do fill me with grief, and I will not give up on these dreams.
I want to get married—no matter what I say out loud. Deep down, in my heart, I know I want that undying love.
I want children. I want to teach them about fairies and take them on adventures. I want to offer them the world, and fuel their dreams—because I know they’re important.
I want to be someone people trust and care about. The person people ask advice from, someone people write to.
I want to help others; I want to be there for them.
But right now…I’m stuck.
Writing on scrap paper and my random thoughts.
Barely ever leaving the state.
My greatest fear in life, the fear I conceal from people; is that I will die in mediocrity. That I will never live the life I wanted to lead. That I will never be known—that I will rot in my grave to be forgotten, and never spoken of.
It sends an uncertainty into my heart, making me feel forever uneasy.