Ada

My visions of my future were vast and unconnecting under black dazed nights. On my walls were memories of future events I had yet to come and they looked like the northern lights. Even as I hugged a raggedy blanket to my cold body, I felt the hope for a future worth loving with every piece of me. Even in my sadness at moments I always had this light shining out of me. Some could call this a positivity and just a progressive attitude. People could call me an optimistic but that was the least of me. I had more worries than daydreams, but the day dreams were what followed through my heart each day.