day five: your dreams.

dear dreams,
i wish i could remember more of you, but when you do appear, i very much thank you.
you give me insight into what i really want because i have no idea.
in your strange ways, you tell me what to do.
thank you,
sofia.

dear dreams,
if only i didnt feel like giving up on you all the time.
i try to try, i swear. but its not easy when you have so many things going on.
i know what you used to be, a professional ice skater, but now that that's gone... ive been so lost.
that was four years ago, i know. but i have yet to find something that replaces that hole in my heart.
so for now, you only exist in my deepest imagination. i hope i dig you up soon.
love,
sofia.

nothing to report really...
i was a lazy butt today.