I am a Dreamer.
By Trinity Cooper
I see myself soaring through the sky, the sunset so beautiful over the mountains.
I am the rosebush in the backyard, soft with rose red petals, but sharp with thorns.
Trinity.
Definition— A Beautiful Lie.
I am the bubbles that can’t be popped, the bubbles that never float down
but always float up, shining in the light with a million different colors.
I am the color Yellow, bright and loud with love and a twist.
What’s real?
Death is real, pain is real.
The loss of a loved one, somebody that you never thought you could lose.
The harsh reality of realizing their gone.
Realizing your regrets , mistakes you want to take back.
That’s Real.