the threads in her head

Let's talk about passion again.

Great dreams DASHED to the ground.

Today afternoon, my mind was filled with incredible wondrous ideas. It felt good. It felt like a reaaally nice idea to start working on all these ideas. To do everything. I had plucked up courage, and things felt good. I could skip, I could jump. I could laugh. Oh my, what a world of possibilites. The rainbow sparkle with mirth and chance.

The clouds seemed beautiful, fluffy, large, powerful, amazing. I love those huge puffy clouds. Wispy feather strands of clouds? Little tufts of clouds? Others can have them. I belong to those huge great swelled-up cloud.

Oh my very own beautiful day. What many things I can do. Something's not burning, but it's certainly sparkling sparkling in my heart.

But.