What sound does a dream make when it dies? Is it a weep, a sigh, or nothing at all. It it the sound of footsteps receding, or a breeze over water? Perhaps it depends on the dream itself. Who the dream belonged to, and where the dream existed. Perhaps there is no sound, only silence, booming through the empty place where the dream once was. A reminder of what was lost.
Does the dream put up a fight? Is it aware of the impending doom? Does it struggle to alert the relevant parties, to prepare them for it's departure? Or does it simply fade away? Or perhaps, even, it departs abruptly. A door slamming behind it. It is gone.
As humans we can't know what happens to the dream. We only know that at a certain point it has died. We can no longer deny it's absence. And we have to mourn the loss in the best way we know how. To put to rest, something intangible, that seemed so close and so immediate. To let go of something that we held so dearly.
About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
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