Yan's Labyrinth

I have all this nervous energy coursing through my veins. I can feel anticipation, anxiety, fear, restlessness...and Serenity? My mind boggles at the body's capacity to withstand so much at the same time, in a matter of mere minute seconds, balled up and ready to explode. How is this possible? Why is it possible? My mind races, so much to do, so much to get done. My dreams are no longer secrets, my dreams are no longer 'dreams'. They have morphed, capsized and regained consciousness. Life has been breathed...resurrected... I have dreamed, no! I have breathed (exhales) life into my dreams. Finally. Finally I am no longer an escape artist. An escapist of my dreams, of my fears, of failure, of rejection. Finally I am a dreamer realized. Recognized. No longer hospitalized. No longer imprisoned. I have done what was once thought impossible. I have set fire to my dreams. I have let them out and commanded, no! Demanded, that they roam free and wide and fierce! I have declar...

For a while now, I have been trying to do the grown up thing. Work the 9 to 5. Pay the bills on time. Plan a future and become what's expected.... As a result I became a bit disillusioned. I felt that dreams were just that, 'dreams' . I felt, for some reason, that l should lock away that part of myself that was not considered practical. The dreamer. And I did. ...... It's been almost a year and I have felt the impact of that decision. The emptiness that is as a result of suffocating that part of myself that is most definitive. And to my dreams I apologize. To the dreamer I admit that I was wrong. To all the stories that have been swimming around in my head, and in my soul, in my heart... I beg your forgiveness for my arrogance and laziness. Know that I was the fool that lost out. I was the one that quit on you. And I humbly and piously present myself to you. I am the prodigal son that has returned to the welcoming arms of my black sheep reality. Filled with dreams, a...