Swirl By~ BloodPromiser
I had a dream that skillfully crossed the boundaries of words and languages..
A dream that surpassed all childhood dreams and naiveties.. a dream that was simply colored with the pure whiteness of innocence, and guided by the caring hand of love and the awful blindness of undeserved trust.
My dream eliminated the word “fear” from my heart and mind. At night, I no longer slept hiding from that unknown, waiting for what is rather known! The charming voice which I literally used to put to sleep, put my own heart to rest.
Unknowingly, I was becoming more and more attached to (my dream), the most innocent dream I might ever had before.
Once you combine your most innocent naiveties with confidence and good intentions, your dream is probably doomed. Perhaps I knew this all the time, its just that I really wanted to live that dream to its last drop!
Once you combine your most innocent naiveties with confidence and good intentions, your dream is probably doomed. Perhaps I knew this all the time, its just that I really wanted to live that dream to its last drop!
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I had a dream that I no longer possess anymore.
I had a dream that I no longer possess anymore.
And I forgot!
What did I forget, is something that I forgot too.
Is it a partial loss of memory then? Is it some sort of selective unconscious? And where do dreams go once they die, once they become some sort of history, saved as data in the memory of your memory?! Once they are right at the threshold of memory -not to enter but to say their farewells and final prayers!
To find yourself all a sudden living for your dream is a strange feeling. Its more like the birth of a real smile.. a smile that lasts for quite a long time which leaves you dazzled at how endless it might seem sometimes, that you’d think you had spent all your life smiling the same way, for the same reason, for that same dream!
And when a dream becomes overwhelmingly present and personified in your life, you –at times- become unaware of its existence, of how precious and how inspiring it is, perhaps for your own good, not to suffer too much when you realize that your dream has just evaporated for no good reason, though you might have done for its sake what had always been so impossible for you to do..
I had a dream which I used to trust more than my own soul, a dream that chose to walk me on the isle of fantasy but let go when I was about to reach what I thought was extreme and ultimate happiness. I’ve always heard and understood that dreams never come true. Why and forever has is it been called ‘a dream’ then? Simply once a dream becomes true, it loses its magical power and charm and the word is definitely to lose its significance and its true meaning. It just declines to the level of the real world’s fading attributes. That was nothing new to me. What was really new was that Dreams can murder their dreamers. They can slaughter them, cut them to pieces, stab them on the back and then lean on a wall, draw a yellowish smile and watch the real nightmare
To find yourself all a sudden living for your dream is a strange feeling. Its more like the birth of a real smile.. a smile that lasts for quite a long time which leaves you dazzled at how endless it might seem sometimes, that you’d think you had spent all your life smiling the same way, for the same reason, for that same dream!
And when a dream becomes overwhelmingly present and personified in your life, you –at times- become unaware of its existence, of how precious and how inspiring it is, perhaps for your own good, not to suffer too much when you realize that your dream has just evaporated for no good reason, though you might have done for its sake what had always been so impossible for you to do..
I had a dream which I used to trust more than my own soul, a dream that chose to walk me on the isle of fantasy but let go when I was about to reach what I thought was extreme and ultimate happiness. I’ve always heard and understood that dreams never come true. Why and forever has is it been called ‘a dream’ then? Simply once a dream becomes true, it loses its magical power and charm and the word is definitely to lose its significance and its true meaning. It just declines to the level of the real world’s fading attributes. That was nothing new to me. What was really new was that Dreams can murder their dreamers. They can slaughter them, cut them to pieces, stab them on the back and then lean on a wall, draw a yellowish smile and watch the real nightmare
take place!
and Ouch!
I still dream..
I still Dream!
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