maybe it’s because i think too much. spend too much time in my head; daydreaming, talking to God, planning for the future.
or maybe it’s just where i live; empty, lifeless, no stimulants, boring.
perhaps it’s where i go to school; sensible, practical, realistic.
or maybe, just maybe it’s me; a dreamer. disconnected and right now i’m failing….so does the dreamer die to her ways and take up sensibility for success, or does she take a risk and hope to high heavens, she can pave her own way.