Out Loud

Dreams are meant to be said aloud,

Not written on scraps of paper

Or even worse held in jars.

Dreams are not meant to sacred secrets

Only to be thought of over birthday candles

And with dandelions held close.

They aren't meant to feed on moments of despair

And exist only when an eyelash falls.

Dreams that aren't spoken of can’t be nourished.

For Speaking is often times the breath of life that they need

And you see dreams are wishes,

And wishes can so easily remain unfulfilled.

Dreams can exist but not come true

And if you don't believe me just ask yourself,

How can the universe know what you want,

If it never hears it from you?

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