The philosophy of my thoughts

Dream

How does it feel to conquer your greatest threat? To beat, to defeat and finally find your seat at your table of achievements and aspirations?

It feels like a miracle, one only the prophets and the godly could do. A soulfully fight fought endless to be found true.

It feels like walking through your blossom field, carrying a bouquet of blossoms you can place on your kitchen table knowing they will not destroy the beautiful arrays of lightly colored harmonies of your mind and ideas, smelling of enchanting love, so enticgly.

Tell me, is it not magical to forsee what is before you and me? To stand there inhaling the scent, that went away, or so you thought before it now flowed through the cabinets and cushions of your house?

Tell me, is it not like a dream? A whimsical gleam reflecting from your eyes as they travel?

Travel far away into the unknown stream of your mind and tonight you will see how mighty you will sing on top of your mountain of travels as your words stream through each crock and corner.

Live through life fully or you will remember it all to be a dream you did witness to see.

-A. S. I