When I wrote this poem, I was heartbroken, looking back I’m not entirely sure that I was in love or just attached. I quite honestly don’t know if I’ve ever been in love with a person, but I have definitely have been in love with concepts, ideas, and dreams. When I read this poem now, I think of people that are ridiculed for being so passionately in love with dreams that are out of considered out of their reach. They’re labeled as insane or irrational for chasing after the dreams that most of us are too afraid or too weak to go after. This is a huge reason why La La land is one of my favorite movies (that I’ve seen maybe 10+ times), Even the title itself eludes to being stuck in a fairyland of the impossible, and it’s a beautiful production of color, choreography, and brilliantly orchestrated music, that all comes together to tell the story of two individuals who are destined to follow their wildest dreams, even if they have to part ways in order to do this (I think I probably listen to the soundtrack at least once a day especially when I’m feeling uninspired.) I’ve been told that writing poetry and self-publishing a book is a waste of time, that most writers don’t ever get recognized during their lifetime, which is statistically true, but when something makes you so happy, when this dream, this passion that you have truly leaves you fulfilled yet leaves you wanting to create more, how can you possibly let it go? I’ve never been more in love with something than writing, and for those of you who can relate to feeling this way towards a dream, don’t let anyone make you feel mentally unstable for taking risks in order to make them a reality.