wait for me.

i am coming undone. and i am ravished. i am in love.

but not with a man.

not with any one specific individual.

with an idea, a dream, a goal, a place, a group, a life.

and i am so helplessly passionate and driven to reach this goal, to fulfill this dream, to bring to life this idea.

the way most of my girlfriends pine for a husband and a child is the way i ache for this to be real. and they don't understand why i don't want a child, and why i don't really care about a husband. because i am consumed, i am compelled, i am desirous of this thing.

and it's not even tangible. it's not even sensible.

i am a serial dreamer.



"I’ve witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I’ve seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love" -V for Vendetta.