What am I waiting for? Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that if I continue to hold true to my promises and goals, that it would show that I really do love and I really do care. But I am only fooling myself. I am holding on to a ghost. Someone who is long gone and is never coming back.

Is my hope displaced?

It certainly is.

I realized last night that if I could live my life dream, I would quit school and be a lyrical dancer. I would lose myself on stage and turn all of my hurt into dance. I would twirl and dance and lose myself until my legs weakened and gave out. Then I would spend my recoup days living a quiet life traveling in South East Asia. When I wasn’t dancing, I would do volunteer work and use my hands for the communities that I visit. I hope that I can have this in my next life.