Reels
Holding onto that dream I had. The kindness that opened in a slow reel of black and white. Emerging slowly into a vibrant color scheme. The moments unfold. Flooding the mind with hints of chaos but choose to be quiet as the time etches itself across acetate.
Carefully I open with a curve across pale lips. The slow squeaking of the wheels echo throughout the wind. Listen as the movie of dreams come alive. A small voice is heard. At first only in whispers until it is strong inside gelled cells. Cling to a hope as you watch the beauty before you.
Like the joy that springs from bees with pools of pollen before them, my eyes shift from cornflowers to deep royals. Gently I raise my opened hand, asking if you would like to sit with me. Just under the stars as the screen is waves in the wind.
Here I will guide you. Hold my hand. Just observe for a moment. Realize the dream, the saved memories that unlatch within the wind, hold just that tiny glimmer of hope. Do you see it?
Shh now. Just take a few moments to relax. Just forget about those pressing life matters, momentarily. Enjoy the view of my hopes before you.
Listen to the performed whispers and don't hold back the laughter when necessary. Feel free to be comfortable with me.
Yes. Questions may be asked. What do you want to learn about?
Here, allow me a moment to hold the flickering ends of the movie. Let me collect the boxes and settle my dreams. Yes I am in reality. Yes I gain my hope through setting goals which happen to be dreams.
Please allow the slow pace. I am opening my eyes gradually. I hope you are still with me. Yet I know dreams are just that, dreams.
Careful I shove back the gels into the shielded containers. Not wanting them to be destroyed. Wait for me to lay back down.
Now you may exit if you like. Otherwise stay with me. The grass is warm. The night is cool and hugging me will be blissful.
Shh now. Opening my eyes. I see all was just a dream within a dream.
One day a hope that you will inquire of all my goals, my hopes and how to help me obtain.
One day soon.
Carefully I open with a curve across pale lips. The slow squeaking of the wheels echo throughout the wind. Listen as the movie of dreams come alive. A small voice is heard. At first only in whispers until it is strong inside gelled cells. Cling to a hope as you watch the beauty before you.
Like the joy that springs from bees with pools of pollen before them, my eyes shift from cornflowers to deep royals. Gently I raise my opened hand, asking if you would like to sit with me. Just under the stars as the screen is waves in the wind.
Here I will guide you. Hold my hand. Just observe for a moment. Realize the dream, the saved memories that unlatch within the wind, hold just that tiny glimmer of hope. Do you see it?
Shh now. Just take a few moments to relax. Just forget about those pressing life matters, momentarily. Enjoy the view of my hopes before you.
Listen to the performed whispers and don't hold back the laughter when necessary. Feel free to be comfortable with me.
Yes. Questions may be asked. What do you want to learn about?
Here, allow me a moment to hold the flickering ends of the movie. Let me collect the boxes and settle my dreams. Yes I am in reality. Yes I gain my hope through setting goals which happen to be dreams.
Please allow the slow pace. I am opening my eyes gradually. I hope you are still with me. Yet I know dreams are just that, dreams.
Careful I shove back the gels into the shielded containers. Not wanting them to be destroyed. Wait for me to lay back down.
Now you may exit if you like. Otherwise stay with me. The grass is warm. The night is cool and hugging me will be blissful.
Shh now. Opening my eyes. I see all was just a dream within a dream.
One day a hope that you will inquire of all my goals, my hopes and how to help me obtain.
One day soon.
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