My body feels heavy. My legs, my arms. Even my eyelids. If it weren't braided and twisted into a bun, so would my hair.

And the words that want to come out to exist in the outside world get stuck in my mind, sticky and weighty with Thoughts.

Where is my heart that can help ease the pressure and release what's trapped inside? Is it sulking in a hidden recess, too tired and jaded from never being heard?

I need it.

Today only happens once in a lifetime; I can't be stuck here, not doing what my heart has been hammering for me to do for as long as I can remember.

Today is the day I go after my dream.

Today is the day I live my dream.