Wishing for darkness
Praying for rain
Chasing a dream is scarier than realizing a nightmare is real
Once you’ve been at the bottom you know you can climb
But what happens when dreams come true
When you’re standing at the highest peak of the highest summit
There’s not much room
The air is thin
You’re alone
Misery loves company and the club of misery doesn’t discriminate
Imagine Instagram for life’s worst moments
No envy because everyone has bad days
At the top you can slip, fall, get pushed or be pulled
Why climb again when you know the bottom doesn’t rise with you
Each fall hurts the same
Falling on the floor you’re standing on hurts less
The worst nightmares come after the best dreams
When you’re not only running from the terror, but running toward your dream
Arsenio Franklin 