A Walking Paradox

It was like she moved within two planes of existence.  She was constantly flipping between both planes, not knowing which one to live in. Loving her was like loving two women at the same time. Each day I came home to her I did not know which woman would be there. She was wild but well-mannered, selfish but selfless, confident but insecure, kind but cold, fragile but firm. 

Dorina Costras

Still, what I loved most was when she was all of those things at the same time. When she melded the two sides of herself together, it was there she became gold. Not second guessing herself but embracing every paradox within her, it was there she shined like the sun. That’s how she was when I fell in love with her. 

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The Dreamer

I am the dreamer, in my world there is always hope, there is always beauty, there is always happiness. I need someone who believes in me and my dreams, if you want me you can’t be too practical. You have to see the beauty that is the world around us. I realize that there is ugliness in the world too, trust me I do. I have seen it and experienced it, but I refuse to focus on it. My soul won’t stop hoping. I admit from time to time when I am overwhelmed I flee into a void of hatred of all things. But deep down I still hope. I hope so much it hurts. So laugh at me, write me off as naive, that’s okay I’ve heard it before. But while you waste away in your “practical” existence, I will be the one actually livingdreamer