old coffer of dreams

~the old dreams were good dreams, they didn’t workout but im glad I had them~
The Bridges of Madison County.

Yes, in the long run you do realize that dreams are like cotton balls. Soft and wispy and they fly off but while you are holding them they are soft, yielding and make you feel like you are walking on air.
Things have changed and my dreams have vanished, but I have also become a certain way because I held them tightly to me at one point. They make the person I have become today, I don’t live in them anymore because they are gone, but their spirit still lingers and makes me want to relive them somewhere else, in a different way but having the same essence.
Sometimes you spend a lifetime or some years thinking that you are a certain way and the way people understand you Is actually how you are supposed to be, but then something happens and you dream, there are some people who tell you that its ok to dream, its ok to think that things are possible, and the soft cotton ball will not fly away in wisps if you actually believe it to be rock hard. It’s a different thing that you realize that cotton balls can never really be rock hard, but the fact that for a while you actually thought that they could be makes you a stronger more beautiful person because you suddenly take a leap into time and start thinking for yourself about yourself for a change. You don’t have to be the way people want you to be...you just be...and you can always be the way you think you should be...you can actually let the wind hit you in the face and instead of knocking you down it embraces you and you feel wonderful.
I owe this to you.thankyou.
dream again now..if the last one didnt workout.