
Yesterday I was full of them, and the belief that I could make them happen. Today much of that burst of enthusiam has been punctured. Reality, what that is, has set it, and my shoulders are tense with disappointment in myself and my dreaming.

Yesterday I was full of them, and the belief that I could make them happen. Today much of that burst of enthusiam has been punctured. Reality, what that is, has set it, and my shoulders are tense with disappointment in myself and my dreaming.