A Dreamer

So my words are powerful with subtle lips and when i write i don't do it in dreams and wishes, i do it from the reality where people are wish-less, and dreams are actually needs not wants.

.like food to eat and shoes on our feet, Shirts on our backs, and vaccines for our sickness. We must dream not to escape our reality but to better our actuality as people, who are we if we don't dream?

Stagnant , mindless ,
motionless creatures who blend in with the norm.


Those who don't dream don't change , always happy with the same images in the mirror day in and day out,

day in and day out

until minutes turn to months and everyone around you is in the same funk.

Not I,

I dream the dream of newness in a babies eyes for he knows no better or what to expect , dreaming as he suckles nectar from his mothers breasts.

I am fresh,

A cool breeze like you wouldn't believe, fall leaves blowing in the crisp fall air i sleep in dream but am fully aware.

I see you creeping on my heels like 2 inches of fresh snow, i seen it a dream though you cant stop my go, cant yield my green, i dream the dreams sleeping beauty couldn't see

Try closing your eyes while awake.
deeper breaths you take floating on air leave yourself for a bit and go somewhere
..... Dream