Dreams..

Wonder about dreams.
Those little precious images, enclosed in a delicate crystal ball....beautiful things these are...
As long as they are intact.


These little crystal balls.... Flying around in your mind... Some more precious than others.
Ever seen one fall to the floor and shatter right in front of your eyes?
The crash doesn't make a sound, but the pieces of this crystal ball that was your dream pierce you....every bit of you.

And then, your pierced and bleeding heart tells you, "Go on...pick up the pieces...we can build the dream again."
But your brain tells you that it’s not worth the effort.
And your brain is the wise one; you don't want to disobey it... So you decide to abandon the dream.


Of course you don't actually abandon it, but you tell yourself that you're going to abandon it.
But secretly, you're always gathering the broken pieces of that shattered crystal ball and gluing them together.


You don't know why you're doing this.
All you know is that no matter how unreal that dream is, you simply can't live without its existence.
And so for your own survival, you re-build it.
Even though all along, you know perfectly well that the dream shattered for a valid reason.
That conversation has come to an end.