Dreams Are Never Done


I soar. I glide. I fall. I trip. I pick myself up and try again, and again, and again - ad infinitum.

Out there, above the heaviness, I see gleaming connections, threading a weave from heart to heart. 

I see life's tapestry, resplendent in radiant patterns of shadow and light.  

It's a design no one truly defines. Attempting definition may diminish its splendor.

I'll try anyway.  I'll do it for myself alone.

I'll continue the dream.

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