The desire to rise above the clouds takes hold of me as I struggle to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. I have so many wishes. So many desires. But I am bound by chains I cannot define.
Aww! Cut the crap! All of your words, everything you wrote, is plagiarized. Can’t you be original for once!
I want to do things. But I can’t.
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Is that it?!? You piece of shit! And you call yourself a writer. Bring on a little expression at least.
My life is defined by those subtle moments that mold my personality. I am a product of what I dreamed to become. And where I will be some years from now will be a product of my dreams today. I have so many dreams. Such large ambitions. But it seems such a difficult task. I am hampered by restrictions. By responsibilities. By expectations.
God! You are so depressive! Can’t you ever be positive about anything!?!?!
Despite the fact that my life revolves around the happiness of others, I have not let my dreams fade away. I hold on to them like an anchor clutches the earth at the bottom of the sea.
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Disjoint Wisdom 
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