How do you dream? How can you dream so clearly? What do you dream of?
I dream of what I can and what you cannot. I see what I should and what you would not. I feel what you want and I touch what you fear. I try to submit but as a droplet clinging to the surface, I have always held on to the intangible feelings of hope and remorse.I dream of smoke and sparkles. I dream of nights, nightscapes and starlit skies. I reach out to hold the falling stars in my hands for I know the worth of the fallen ones. I dream of valleys; green and blue. I dream of the lies, the eyes and the truths. I dream of castles in a far away land. I dream of wars, won and lost. I dream of colors so rich and true. I dream of music so soft and melodious. I dream of dark endless nights that dissolve me in fervor and passion.…
But then again, I dream of nothing. I stay awake at nights, holding my hands against my weak, weak heart. I drink in abundance at a time. I rant and write and read your words- spoken and unspoken, your eyes, your thoughts. I can’t dream as you forbid me to, and then you ask, “What do you dream of?”
If I do continue to dream, don’t wake me up for I am a girl they find impossible to forget and infernally hard to remember.
How do I dream? Do I really know?
I catch a fluttering butterfly and choose colors from its wings. I close my eyes and hear the waves moan as they crash against the shore. I stood once in freezing cold water as the drops numbed my soul. I feel yesterday from a pedestal high and the hurt made me feel alive. I taste the salty teardrops grazing the corner of my lips. I feel lovely touch and the satisfaction of loving someone. I feel the cool breeze tingle my skin and more. I hear the rain fall on the earth, giving life to many forms….
…and that’s how I dream my friend. Though there is still more—more to dream, more to determine.