FORGOTTEN DREAM

I am the enchantment, the terror and the fragility of all that never was and all that may yet come to pass

I am the swirling current of potential of dreams not born but aching to live

The hope and inspiration that lives for mere seconds before being torn apart by fear and “reality”

Seeking always immediate expression and dying instantaneously when it can’t be worshipped upon arrival

I am the fire in a soul too long quieted, too long smoldering with the potential to heat the world

Longing to do what fire does…

Devour all that contains it and leave its environment completely and utterly changed

I am the words, the notes, the images, cascading over and through and across and away

I am innovations and ideas drenched in genius sifting like sand through fingers unwilling to make fists that may hold them in palms that may mold them

Ideas standing dutifully at the edges of the mind in anticipation of an invitation to exist but only ever conjuring a passing glance

Left wanting and neglected.

I am the unseen art starved for ears and eyes and accolades.

The beauty and love and emotion meant for brush strokes, empty pages and haunting melodies frenzied to the point of climax for the chance to draw breath and be witnessed but only ever witnessing the rise and fall of its own hopes of someday being

I am your untouched dream and I grow weary awaiting your attention.

I am meant exist.

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