dreams slip through the fingers of the ones who hold too tightly, it’s a well known fact of the world. like snowflakes - you try to cherish them when all you succeed in doing is providing them the correct bodily temperature to melt, and thus vanish from the world. holding them too loose will too bear the same consequence albeit in another manner - your dream will gently whisk away from you, because of cowardice, because of fear. so what do you do? i ask myself this quite often, what can i actually do? what’s the intermediary act? if i cannot clasp you in my hands, if the heat and fervour of my praying hands kill; if i cannot let you then why dare i hold at all?
to love is to let be free, to not control, to not play god.