Date: 8/19/2017

By fitgiraffe

I dreamed I was a journalist who was thirsty to report the real world and not this bullshit like ooh a fox was here yesterday. so I illegally for someone else's passport with my fade on it and got on a plane for Syria. the person with me got shot the day we were supposed to fly home. so I delayed and stayed by them in the hospital. . couple nights in the bombing started. my partner was blown to bits and I was now alone and trying to escape the country. somewhere along the way I adopted a 4yo boy from the war. he was my only companion. it took us 3 years to get back to Canada and all j could do was cry when I arrived. so beautiful the freedom we have.