Dreams
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When your small dreams are little strings attached to balloons held tightly in the palm of your hand. You have so many its ok to let a few go to the mercy of the wind. THey fade away without a though, into the oblivion of beyond. To be found by someone else, or to travel forever alone, forgotten. When you get a little older dreams are like candies in a candy jar. You think "hey if i eat just one it won't ruin my dinner" but sometimes you get the gross cinnamon one that burns your tongue. You wonder if all the trouble your going to get to by making that choice was worth the joy you didn't even feel. You keep taking the dreams out and using them up however, because they're not as good when they're all wrapped up and safe in the jar. When you get into high school dreams are like boyfriends. They change with time, and you never really know if they're what your going to want when your 40. More often than not they pass on without a second glance. Sometimes the special ones are hard to let go of so easy. Sometimes there aren't any and your at lost of what to do. Sometimes there so many you don't know what to choose.
When you grow up dreams are well I dunno, I'm not grown up. My dreams are still hard to let go of, and not many to count anymore. I guess the biggest dream of all is to just be infinately happy. I don't know if that's one of those dreams that you'll always want but know you'll never get. THe ones that taunt some of us, while others seem to find it effortlessly. Dreams are what makes us keep up hope. The unknown of the beyond. The possibility of anything.
To dream is to live, to die is to forget how to dream.
I hope to dare to dream.
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