All of us sit back and think, and when I do the same, I defunct myself. I break down things to know what theyre made of, and today, I broke myself. I guess, I am made of dreams. Now all of us have dreams. Both, the ones in sleep, and the ones which dont let us sleep. I wonder how it escalates, like how dreams translate to reality. Are they going to explode all of a sudden when the clock tickles down to our favor? Or are they going to unfold, like one petal at a time? Or will they fall apart, like a big pile of leaves in autumn? Or will they fall together, like a soothing dash of snow in my heart? Oh, maybe they will shiver, like my words do on paper. Or maybe, they will unite, like a poetry in my head. I wonder if your dreams are like mine, you know. I wonder if you dream of a love that can make you fly, hanging to one feather, floating through the sky. I wonder if you dream of a pain, which can make you fall, but like drops of rain. I wonder if you dream of people, who not just climb mountains for you, but agree to jump along. I wonder if you dream of a journey, which leads you, to yourself. I wonder if you dream of walls, which are built, only to be painted together. I wonder if you dream of a sleep, which awakens realities. And all this time, I wonder. I wonder if you dream of me, the way I dream of you.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 14:07:42 +0000