Sometimes I forget that I’m real
I’m not just character in a story
My existence has consequences
I can feel the sun and rain and wind
My boots sink into the mud and my hands pluck dandelions from the dirt
I leave behind footprints wherever I go
I change things
I can change the world around me
This was a strange realization to have. As who loves to live in the worlds I create in my mind, I have the tendency to forget that I exist outside borders.
But as great as those worlds are, I can’t forget that I’m alive right here and now.
Until next time x
