Cheers to the dreamers. The ones who dream while they’re awake. Visionaries who still hold sacred and holy. The blessed few without blemish, without doubt, without remorse, without fail. For without dreamers, our world egdes that much closer to ___ and our hearts aren’t in it anymore. Dreamer’s dreams so powerful and grand, mountains bow down and large bodies of water are split in two. The wind waits on your command and somehow you are able to bend light. The whole of human existence (past, present, future) has/is/will follow (-ed, -ing) you through ___ in eager anticipation of what lies ahead. They know it, you see it. They crave it, you create it. Ours is a coarse path with few in sight, but I urge you not to give in/give up/give over to the temptation to fall asleep; eyes wide open. We all fear death/sleep and question our place in the universe, only the dreamer’s job is not to succomb to despair, but to find an antidote for the dreadful emptiness of a monochrome existance. So cheers to you precious dreamer; always in the center, looking around.
“What we cannot reach flying we must reach limping”
-Sigmund Freud
A Wolf Raises A Wolf 