Dreams come from nothing and nothing’s from the heart.
Dreams come from secrets hiding in the dark.
Dreams come from love of every single soul.
Dreams come from light that hides but always shows.
Dreams are something that can scare you to death.
Dreams are things that make the journeys in life.
Dreams are wishes on steriods; oozing out of your mind.
Dreams make the blood in your veins pumping to make it happen, and while the world around me spins, I realize that my dream is to be with you. Because after all, who has the same dreams I do?
Inspired by
buynothingday ride by alex
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in a bush
In my ficlets I try giving you a message most people wouldn’t understand. So don’t get confused, it’s actually pretty easy. I’m not going to tell you, it’s your job to figure it out. Go ahead, tell me what you think I’m trying to say. Chances are, you might not know.
I love it when: people stand up for themselves or others.
I love: the rain, writing, music, art, and photography.
Published on June 16, 2008.
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6-10-08 = Birth of Dreams
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6-10-08 = Birth of Dreams
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