Down in a deep sleep where not even a soul can get in lies my dreams. Between Dancers and carnivals, Kings and queens, and even visiting the beach, my dreams have led me everywhere. Even to the dark side and back. A place full of dark, deep, sad, and lonely thoughts is where I've been. Some say that it's just a phase, and that I'll grow out of it. How can they know? How can they possibly know what things I have visioned? The truth is, they don't. No one knows what horrible things I've seen except my own soul.
"What kind of things have you seen?" People ask me. I don't tell them exactly what I've seen, but I give them an idea. " Picture the sun, the moon, the stars, someone's heart, feelings, smiles, laughter, and your happiest dreams. Now picture them all black, broken, dying, and imprisoned. That's nor what I've seen, but lived." Im never surprised when they make an odd face, or mutter a few words and walk away. It's when they know and understand what I'm feeling that really surprises me. It's like snapping back to reality and realizing that I'm not the only one that's like that, yet I am.
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The Dream Keeper
Teen FictionApril Marie isn't that cute little girl with the big blue eyes that you just imagined. Actually, in reality, she's quit the opposite. She has two questions that make her start her journey. Why does she have this "gift" and how did she get it? As far...
