Alive and well*


My dreams are made of city lights and skyscrapers. They’re as high as the sun. They shine as brightly as the moon. And at night when all minds wander, my dreams explode with life.

My dreams are bound to me, they cannot exist, they cannot breathe, and they cannot rise without me. I feed them life! And I… I do not exist without my dreams. They haunt me and pull me and defy me to be, they defy me to be more than I ever dared!

My dreams, they are an exquisite mix scent of magnolias and lilies. They swift from room to room, invigorating and engaging. They arouse and create. They inspire and infatuate.

They do not know limits. I cannot conquer them or outgrow them for they will always be a step ahead, they will always shine a little more.

My dreams, they laugh and cry. They fall in love so passionately, so deeply and they cannot contain their twirling, they cannot restrain their swirling. A flow of rivers that fall into the sea. They’re made of smiling fruits and heavenly music. They shine in the light of a candle and bring me comfort when I fall behind.

My dreams, they rise and rise. Even after they fall.

But mostly… my dreams are mine and I am theirs and we are one.

 

Recommended playlist:

– I won’t disagree by Kate Voegle

– Fast car by Tracy Chapman

– If it kills me by Jason Mraz

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