i felt my heart again today. that poignant, throbbing heart that rouses me. and so this piece.
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why do we dream? how do we dream? how can we dream clearly? is there a reason? and is there a season? does it reflect a hidden desire? why do dreams sometimes stay and why do they sometimes vanish in thin air? do we dream only to live the dream? or can we just dream the dream? really. . . . . why do we dream?
i dream of what i can and what you cannot or of what you can and what i cannot. i feel what you want and touch what you fear. i search what i should and what you would not. dreams swells through my mind and spread out in my thoughts. i can dream all i want and those that you don't. wish my wishes and what you ignore. strive for wants that you don't want.
i succumb to dreaming and hoping but as a dewdrop hanging on to the surface i have always leaned on to the indescribable sensation of anticipation and sadness. i want my dreams to come true. who wouldn't? but whether or not i could live the dream, i believe that life is about the journey and i should be thankful for having the chance to do so and be happy for all that it is.
i dream of the lies, the eyes and the truths. i reach out to hold the falling stars in my hands for I know the significance of the fallen ones. i dream of dark endless nights that softens me in ardor and passion. and when i dream i clasp my hands and hold them against my frail frail heart while i reach your thoughts, your words, figuring out why you find dreaming a mediocrity and unreal.
what do i dream of? i am now hounding keenly for a deal to reclaim my heart and my brain. i will remain calmly flowing in my dreams, wrestling hard stones with feathers.
how do i dream? do i really know? my soul have already felt some numbness but the more it made me feel alive. i've tasted salty tears from the corner of my lips. i've alredy felt the lovely touch and the satisfaction of loving someone and would like to experience more. that’s how I dream. . . my special being. there remains more to dream, more to find out, more to uncover. my dreams, my fleeting desire - - - i remain remembering how i felt it many months ago. borrowing the words of a poet "so before the ladder to the castle gets broken i will take the sea shell to shore and admire its beauty for the time that is given."
"i now have this choking feeling inside my throat... i guess i have to end this piece now.
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copyright bv 2007
i dream of what i can and what you cannot or of what you can and what i cannot. i feel what you want and touch what you fear. i search what i should and what you would not. dreams swells through my mind and spread out in my thoughts. i can dream all i want and those that you don't. wish my wishes and what you ignore. strive for wants that you don't want.
i succumb to dreaming and hoping but as a dewdrop hanging on to the surface i have always leaned on to the indescribable sensation of anticipation and sadness. i want my dreams to come true. who wouldn't? but whether or not i could live the dream, i believe that life is about the journey and i should be thankful for having the chance to do so and be happy for all that it is.
i dream of the lies, the eyes and the truths. i reach out to hold the falling stars in my hands for I know the significance of the fallen ones. i dream of dark endless nights that softens me in ardor and passion. and when i dream i clasp my hands and hold them against my frail frail heart while i reach your thoughts, your words, figuring out why you find dreaming a mediocrity and unreal.
what do i dream of? i am now hounding keenly for a deal to reclaim my heart and my brain. i will remain calmly flowing in my dreams, wrestling hard stones with feathers.
how do i dream? do i really know? my soul have already felt some numbness but the more it made me feel alive. i've tasted salty tears from the corner of my lips. i've alredy felt the lovely touch and the satisfaction of loving someone and would like to experience more. that’s how I dream. . . my special being. there remains more to dream, more to find out, more to uncover. my dreams, my fleeting desire - - - i remain remembering how i felt it many months ago. borrowing the words of a poet "so before the ladder to the castle gets broken i will take the sea shell to shore and admire its beauty for the time that is given."
"i now have this choking feeling inside my throat... i guess i have to end this piece now.
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copyright bv 2007
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