Imitating life

I just woke up from one hell of a dream. There was some crazy bitch trying to kill me for whatever reason, but I kept kicking her ass and getting away. She was chasing me down crowded streets in broad daylight with a gun, and no one on the street even seemed to care. The dream finally ended after the girl got frustrated and left me alone.
I feel like this dream is a reflection of the week I’ve had. I could have let myself “die” but I fought. The strangers who didn’t save me, represented that only I could help myself.
I was my own hero.
I am my own hero.

  1. notinthemood posted this