RDP Tuesday: ESCAPISM
I used to imagine what it would be like to be kinder, more gentle and giving
patient and good at math.
I used to day dream about being able to run, to dance and sing
I even used to imagine I was an artist and the walls of my home and every single shelf
held something I had created with my own two hands.
When I would wake up from those lovely dreams, I always felt a little bad.
I could never be that perfect person. Ever.
Then one day I looked in the mirror and into the eyes of the horror that I truly am
and I liked what I saw.
Monsters don’t have to be perfect and when I think about it that way- it’s a