Whatever will happen next?
Will i fly?
when will i discover the treasure?
Will i die?
what will happen to my body?
is the water cold, will i drown?
will i have the courage to make the leap of faith?
I dont know, and I never will know, none of us will.
thats the problem wiht dreams, they dont continue into the next night liek a picture book, though many of us wish they did.
i sure do sometimes, though my dreams are far from and farther apart.
for me its like a chapter a month, very far apart. how i long to have a story develop in my mind and then i repeat it in words to my blog for the world to imagine.
and oh how they roads could stretch forth from all the variant directions that we as humans take adn bring to the table.
there will be a spin on my dream to your life and then new stories will be renewed in the ashes like the bird of fire.
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