for as long as i can remember, i was born in a church. not literally. but, for as long as

My patience has outgrown me throughout the years.
Any single act or word can frustrate me to the point where I go crazy …or maybe that’s already happened. Don’t know… Hate that feeling.
That feeling when you wake up from a really captivating dream.

There are many times …at nights mostly… when the window is open and the cool fresh breeze of air blows through my face and hair, and darkness fills the empty room with the only visible light from the moon and stars shine down on me… and I feel as if the sound of the wind is serenading a romantic lullaby,