I Stopped DreamingSome one once said: Those who fear to die, fear to live. My dreams have been beautiful full of lovely shades and colors, but they were only dreams. I awoke to the flesh; the blood, and the stench of living, and it is all I want it to be. Happiness doesn't exist without tears no matter how much I wish it were so. Creativity does not exist without deep living the kind of living that inspired Greek tragedy and the Blues. The kind of living that squeezed the light out of the shadows. You cannot build a dream from the dream world. Your stairway to heaven is of this world, not the next. I am alive in all my beauty and failings, nothing more or less. Take my hand because it is real, as you and I are.
holloway64 46-50, M 2 Responses 1 Nov 4, 2012