My dream hasalways been
simple. A dayjob that endswhen I
clockout. A threebedroom housewith a
garage. AnSUVparked in the
doubles asmy homegym and dancestudio. A massive mirror. My room,
room a kareoke room.
That's it.Responsible only
to myself. Answering
only tomyself. Living
only for myself. To
enjoy my life. That's the dream.
viewed through sleep stained eyes,in a space
between imagination and reality, a message was
if you're tired or if you're having a difficult time you
can come back to me anytime. you should know