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Dreaming Our Reality
The rain falls to the ground, which is, on this hot summer’s eve, thirsting for a taste of the heavens. The cool water is running down my shoulders to my hands, creating the shivers that are making their way down my spine. How long have I been waiting for these precious summer showers? The ones you see in movies where the two lovers finally find each other and kiss for the first time under the moon that barely peaks from behind a dark rain cloud, but provides just enough light for them to see each other and fall in love all over again. Maybe if I stand here long enough Mother Nature would provide that contentment for me. And I believe she would. After all, these are the nights dreams come true.
My heart swells with each word I put to paper. And the love I have grows deeper; it soon consumes my body and passion. All that is good will overwhelm me until I am blinded away from the harsh reality that is this world. And every time my eyes deceive me I feel as If heaven has come to earth for a few blissful moments and I am at peace with my self and everything that surrounds me. But it cannot last forever and I always return to the true reality instead of the one I created inside me. I am always disappointed at what I see: the racism, the homophobia, and the many religious groups that are fighting each other. The world depends on the dreams of children because one day their dreams will be our reality, but if all we feel is hate then we will destroy them. And they will create worlds such as mine and be lost. And all hope this world has left will be gone.
