Sometimes all I want is just a jar of dreams. A litterel, yet poetic, jar full of dreams.
Why? Because it's simple and it's brilliant and it would make me happy, very very happy.
You see my jar would have everything I stand for my hopes, my dreams. it would hold with in it and also symolis the person I want to be, the person I might one day be being.
I can talk all day, every day, about wanting to change. But that jar, that would be the prodect of my starting to change.
So I think I might start filling a jar with notes of dreams. I'll open it at the last day of summer, not to check what I have done. But to check what I might try to do next year. I like this plan.
Why? Because it's simple and it's brilliant and it would make me happy, very very happy.
You see my jar would have everything I stand for my hopes, my dreams. it would hold with in it and also symolis the person I want to be, the person I might one day be being.
I can talk all day, every day, about wanting to change. But that jar, that would be the prodect of my starting to change.
So I think I might start filling a jar with notes of dreams. I'll open it at the last day of summer, not to check what I have done. But to check what I might try to do next year. I like this plan.
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