our dreams are made
of wars that we fight within us
and of expectations
that precede our desires—

of what we think we want
but isn't what we really wanted.
of a love that wants us
to be happy and regarded.

but what if those dreams
are just mere illusions of the dark?
what if what we really want
is what creates a certain spark?

so why do we not
ignite that fire
and instead, water it down
till either it or we expire?

why do we sit back
and let them pave the path to our fate,
when we should be paving our own highway
before it's too late?

────── to everyone who needs to hear this— it's never too late to pursue your dreams. don't ever let your age, skills, language or status be a hindrance when it comes to achieving what you want. keep going and as long as you don't give up, you'll get there. someday.

sending you all the love and strength. 

fighting (till the end), mon amie <3