Dreams and drapes

grabbed my attention in

third grade,


then in seventh grade,

I wanted to be a baker,

there I went dreaming again


tenth grade starts

and I can't choose

what I want to major in

because I have three ideas;

writer, therapist, photographer


I asked every night

"why can't I be all of them at once?"

dreamers tend to

think a lot


so I thought and thought...


Fast forward to now,

I am determined to:

write my first book,

graduate with a BA

in psychology,

And photograph the world


before I die.

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