Dreams Take Shape

The television screams harsh reality into my throbbing ears. It's not safe to leave my house. Is it even safe to be in my house? Crime is climbing to alarming rates in the "safe" suburbs of Virginia. Two girls that were a few blocks from my house and went to my old high school have been missing for 11 days. Another girl was found murdered in her crashed car down the street from my old house. Without cable I'm forced to watch what the world has come to. It is a bitter pill to swallow considering the recent peak in my anxiety.

Turning at an alarming rate, the universe slows down for no one. Especially not for me. Words race through my mind at the speed of light and I have no time to tackle the thoughts of doubt and fear. Everyone watched me crumble and now I'm trying to pick myself back up while horrible things are happening. Events such as the ones that have occurred recently make me feel so small. I am a minute detail of another person's novel. I'm sick of being in the prologue, I deserve some recognition. Looks like it's back to the drawing board. Once again I start from scratch, but this time I will make my life come first. My decisions will shape my own future instead of some false hope to save someone else.