My birthday is coming up, and I’m struggling. Due to the circumstances, I cannot even celebrate my birthday. My fiancée’s health is failing. My grandparents are too sick to visit me.
I am having serious doubts about whether I’ll make it through the last couple semesters of college. I’ve put in an enormous amount of money, and work. I don’t want to let my fiancée down. Not only am I burned out; I’m starting to feel the effects physically, too.
My fiancée cooked me a steak dinner last night. I was grateful that he was well enough to cook. We have a vacation planned over spring break, but I am worried that he his health may keep us from going.
Last night I had an amazing dream. I dreamt that Ray Bradbury approached me in a store, and told me that I should write a poetry collection about my feelings. He disappeared, and I chased after him. I shouted, “Come back Ray Bradbury, I need you!”
Although Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors, I never dreamt about him. I think the universe was speaking to me. My therapist mentioned that I have feelings that I have not processed yet….
I’m not sure if it’s a dream, or something more. I plan on following Ray Bradbury’s advice. I remember him saying during one of his interviews, “Every day you don’t write, you die a little bit inside.”
The Homeless Poet 