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filling my lungs with all the things i want to do. exhaling the images of how i would like it to be. even then it seems hazy, but it feels reassuring. that is until i snap back into reality and suddenly don't have the patience i spend so much time dreaming about. tomorrow will be different, until the day actually comes. excuses never wear out, do they? right, except that's not what i'm going for. so i hope tomorrow actually is. leonard cohen putting me to bed, this little dog ready to share the couch and dreams. what am i waiting for?