I have this dream.
Every now and then this absent-mindedness manipulates the heart, trafficking fortifying illusions around while the ingratiation of self yet again leaves a better fraction incredibly pristine for the purpose of a boost to the peak of the pyramid.
Never in my life do i ever wish to sit in weak allowance for the aforementioned behaviour to blur away the glistening image i stack deep within the ever pulsating, so very essence of my being. Naively enough these wishes overrun by accident, leaving me in lisping decision-making whilst i strut on, dragging my feet to a rhythm i recognise to embody optimistic choreography.
Contrariwise, always in my life have i envisioned an ending so churning i would skip ten pages from where i am from to keep the spectacular determination for a happiness only i would clearly gather while the pieces though yet frail do i then hold in solid strength for appeasing the glorious light i render dear in my own spoilt photograph of pure and explicit want.
Because of my habits people call reckless, i find myself in just the very manner. Substantial thrills contain me while bollards linked in ultimate chains crash down upon situation after situation, misleading me while they grab every opportunity to serve as imposter. I fly off, with a belief i am stronger than this.
In me lies this accumulated desire to hold on to the beauty of knowing my dreams as they are and stepping over myself to go fetch. In me exists a beautifully collaborated collection of confusion as i take on each day feeling as though the little bit of myself that once upon a time flew away was really never mine had the past could have been more reflective of the present.
Painfully everybody endures all they can for a living. Sometimes i lose my way in failure to acknowledge that everybody endures all they can for me.
This fervent hope refusing to go out, might as well have gone out. This sanguine optimism simply has no foundation let alone effusive invites in such shaky ships but through forceful journeys have i proceeded to discover it is safe to be free, and safe to gain respect and pride in the things i would encounter, acquire and become.
Having believed every trial impedes for a reason, i now choose not to constantly stare blankly at visions, goals, wondrous travels, lives of sorrow enclosed in envelopes barely keeping the masks of joys and utter peace intact of which i always seemed to have a tremendous yearning for.
I may still be the same person but through every dire shrill that cuts through this sombre silence lies that same tool that breaks me down inside out and builds me up to follow in the footsteps of newness.
So i have this dream.
And this dream is to believe it is one yet unformed.