People say we dream every night.
But every time eyes awaken to see daylight, the dream drifts away to the land of Forget.
Sometimes, when we're lucky, mind remembers fragments of the dream.
Fragments, though shards of glass, are better than a completely shattered mirror.
You can still remember the moments that stood out to you the most.
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Dreams are not presents because they are reminiscent.
How many nights have I spent reminiscing the dreams of the night before?
How many hours have I spent trying to remember the dream inciting that warm feeling within me?
How many nights have I spent wishing I could return to them?
Dreams are not presents but rather a baggage to be let go.
Stop trying to remember the dream of the night before.
Stop trying to remember the dream that gives that enviable warm feeling.
Stop trying to wish to return to them.
Like dreams, you can never return to the past.
So let go of it.
Let go of the past like the mind releases the dream before eyes awaken to a new day.
Let it drift away like the breath of wind.
Let it fly awake like a soaring bird.
Let it disappear like a car running away on an empty, endless road.
Let it go.
Because dreams can never be presents.
They can only be dreams.
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But I can't let the dream of him go away.
I can't forget about that dream yet.
It hurts to let that dream drift away.
It hurts to see that dream disappear.
It hurts to let go of something you know, deep down, is already gone.
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A Prose With No Direction
SpiritualA prose with no direction. A mind with no guidance. A human without a purpose. That is the kind of story I hate to be. That is the kind of story I, unfortunately, am.
