I grieved the death of a dream until it faded and felt right.
When someone or something is taken from you, in Dutch, people say you have to find a place for it. I wonder if I did.
Gave a place to the realization that the dream I chased for so long was a glittery mist of morning dew thatt suddenly lifted, showing me this dream is not mine. It is of the girl I am in my imagination, but that life would never have felt right.
We are the dreamers, so naturally, we dream a lot. But just because this dream will not see the light of the everyday, just because it was the biggest, longest dream I ever longed – doesn’t mean that all is lost.
I went to New York.
I studied abroad.
I met the love of my life.
I saw the moon from an airplane at night.
I look like my dad and my mom.
I’ll sing my grandkids my songs.
Love,
hilde
