a beautiful dream
Last night I had a beautiful dream. It wasn’t beautiful for the content. It was beautiful for the way it affirmed something deep down inside. In the dream I was sitting in a room waiting for someone. When she came in the door she asked me a question. She asked me what my weight was. I answered her honestly. Her next question was if I was happy with myself and I answered yes.
Then she asked me, “Isn’t better to be this beautiful tragedy than to be a terrible mess?”
I woke up reminding myself that I am a beautiful tragedy.
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