[The reality of a dream
swallows every possible outcome
of real happiness]
Dreams are made of fire and dust,
sweat and old stories.
In dreams, we see ourselves
as they should be,
we see our beloved ones
as Gods and devils
playing a game
for our sake.
In our dreams
we laugh
when we want to cry,
and we cry
when all else fails.
We have wings
and we can fly,
we achieve
what is meant to be achieved,
and we die
without feeling any pain.
We survive cataclysms
and all sorts of disasters,
we lose the sense of time
and we dive into
unknown seas.
But dreams,
dreams lead us through the tides,
when the moon forgets to sleep,
and our eyes flicker restlessly.
Dreams make our hearts flutter
while we wet our pillows.
Dreams are dreams and nothing more.
And as the morning sun
dries our night fears,
dreams will always hold
the moment we thought
we could be our true selves.
Photo: Flowers and Lights creatives session.