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?