We are only as special as the dreams we dream
The thoughts that fill our waking hours
The stories our minds give us when the rest of us has slipped into unconsciousness.
Your thoughts are sacred
They're all you have that is yours and yours alone
The windows to your soul that are always closed
The doorway to your heart that is always locked
Your thoughts are private and deserve to stay that way.
Dreams are where the impossible becomes possible
Where our fantasies become real
Where our true desires that can't be put into words are put into pictures
Our love becomes real
Our hearts become open to ourselves
The people we want to meet and the people we wish were still around come into our lives
Even just for a split second, we hold those split seconds in our minds forever.
The saddest moment of all
Is when we wake up
Return to our normal lives
Our normal worlds
And have to leave the world in our mind
That we would much rather have
Because being with one full heart
Is better than being amidst a million empty ones.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book Thingy
PuisiA Collection of Poems written by me. For the Lovers, The Dreamers, And Us.
