Tag: Potential

Fairytales

Life is all about dreams. At least that’s what I used to believe. “Sonhadora” says my mom. “Dreamer”. I used to be that. In some cases, maybe I still am… but somewhere along the lines things changed. Fairytales aren’t real, nor did I ever believe they were, but I believed in pieces. Now, I don’t

Alice

I’m falling down the rabbit hole, feeling waves of myself growing yet shrinking. At times I feel empowered, larger than life; nothing can get in my way. Other times I feel lonely, weak, disoriented, confused; so small that I’m just a sliver of my own soul. As I fall the tears roll down, becoming a