I am terrified. In an exciting, exhilarating, exhausting
kind of way.
Sometimes the nagging, needful, necessary
details take over.
I forget the adventurous, aspiring, animated
self I am.
Fears of broken, beaten, battered
dreams consume me.
But then I see the vivid, vital, voracious
opportunities becoming real.
My sleepy, stunning, sublime
dreams take over.
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