Me

To dream, my dream,

to reality, I must first destroy the one I’m in.

I must fan the flames of destruction, on my own existence. Brick by brick I must tear down this false house.

I must step away from all that has defined me, to become what I have always been.

In my dreams.

Is my reality malleable, can my desires force what is dreamt to manifest? Perhaps.

More and more the dream is gaining substance, more and more I gain a measure of control in my dream. Pushing my will, my intention, to fruition.

Spilling over into my waking life, it pushes past my fears.

The dream does not have the fear that cripples me. All is possible in the dream.

In my dream I smile, content.