Looking inside.

A pinch of a foreign world, yet it holds high intrigue.

I look on in awe as I take in the view, these busy folk embody the biggest egos.

 It seems ideal to wear a mask...

But then again my reality is quick to remind me, it would be much harder wearing such heavy pretence each day.

To resemble your surrounding and to blend in can work even when you don’t wear the same uniform. The pressure to be perfect becomes too much, as if to suffocate all areas of the clean air you survive on.

The dreams that dwell in my thoughts are exposed to how the steps in accomplishing them are taken, what needs to be done and how.

I am slightly shaken, my being is slightly foreign to the ruthless stance most seem to go by. Hard work seems to be stapled with a boneless spine...wimping along to the false sense of self deemed all important.

I owe to myself to accomplish what has my name on it, from here on and always.

Great things lie before open eyes and wide arms, ready feet and steady minds.

Trying is better than wishing, faith is the fuel of my dreams.

And so nothing is to hold me back...not even myself.