from the dream's point of view

Reality.

some days reality is more than what meets the eye.

we strive for the standard view of what college means.

parties.

loud music.

skinny bodies.

plump closets.

good hair.

relationships.

best dressed.

positive vibes galore.

independence.

sunshine.

smiles.

but some days, what we believe is the utter reality is a perception through a skewed kaleidoscope.

un-prepared, toxic necessities.

tears.

burning through debt like an endless cash flow.

hours of mundane tasks.

tired eyes.

tired minds.

stimulation lost.

emptiness accepted.

lack of control.

dirt.

mess.

flat.

We fail to remember our goals, and are forced to settle for flat hair, thrown up in a bun. It situates itself and waits for us to complete our college tasks. Ready to be let down. Ready for the real world. Ready to live. 

BUT, reality is what you make of it.

College isn't about the expected terms. Its parts are larger than its sum. It's more than can ever be placed into written words, or speaking mouths. It is a path to dreams. So here we are, and we are forced to remember.

We remember to be carefree and dream as big as we can. We ARE young. We ARE wild. We ARE free. And we ARE allowed to dream as big as we want. No mouths to preach a no. The limit does not exist. We can dance in the glory of the sun from the view of the horizon. To love, to laugh, to enjoy. And when that happens, up it goes again. Into a bun. Out of our way. Not because of our neglect for it to be tamed, but simply so that our eyes aren't crowded by anything but our dreams.