EMPTY

As i keep dreaming i wonder am i doing right or wrong. Which is harder following through then failing or turning back to face failure.. Either way it's a failure. Pains that are hindering my heart seems to overwhelm me and adjustment is just another word for deal with what ever shit you are in. I dream big and live small.. I talk large and yell soft.. I am waiting for that miracle you see. Where for once i don't look around and think where am I... Is this where i am to be... to be with... to be moving towards... are any streets different for me if i am only looking down either way.. If i am not looking up then my roads all look the same.. I find my self so envious of everyone i do look upon thinking they are so much greater.. even if my peacock feathers seem bright and beautiful really it is a illusion it seems. Do i press the publish button with the ignorance anyone reads what i think... No i am not that ignorant... maybe just that hopeful..