Dreams; A Shatterpoint
Why does everyone tell you that dreams come true? Follow your dreams? If you put your heart and mind to it, you can accomplish it. It’s a hard thing to admit…Failure…yet harder to live with I think. You can dream until the seams of your heart are taught and fit to burst from how bad you want it. Literally topped off and spilling forth until your dreams are churning in your belly like soured cream and all you want to do is regurgitate them up and detox your system of your shallow and unrealistic hopes. My case here today is this; your dreams have a shatter point. I’ve been running my dreams down for 14 years, and more often than not, I’m face down, in the dirt watching my hearts desires fading into the sunset like so many wisps of smoke. Trying to keep them reined in as long as possible has proven hardest.. You’ve wrapped yourself up in your dream like a protective shield, while the world batters and slams it’s stone fists into it over and over again. Trying it’s damndest to condescend, convolute, and contrive the only thing you ever wanted. The framing is cracking like a webbing windshield and any minute now, the whole will be large enough for reality to flush in and cleanse you of your dreams, washing them away like a body covered in filth. Did you ever have a chance? Did you ever miss out when you had no idea your dreams’ answer was walking right past you. Like two ships in the darkness passing by, your dream has probably unknowingly passed its opportunity more times then you were allowed by now. The opportunity to make your dream come true has now been lost in the night, and you didn’t even know it was there to grab at. You had no idea that was your only moment. ..
My dreams are stress fractures. They are fine china and cacophonies of cracked crystalline caskets of hope, pride, and dissension. But like a trash compactor, pure pressure can do the same type of damage. Pure pressure of life, weighing down on your dreams will crack them and make them unable to bear you as their passengers of life any longer. I’m finding now dreams have an expiration date before leaving you for fresh, young lives to suck energy out of and procure a new roster of men to break. How many people hold their wishes and dreams too close to their hearts, and too tightly, with eyes squeezed shut in fear of losing them to see the launch pad to send you to the stars, again pass you by in the night silently. The harbinger of dreams trying so desperately to scream for you, while you roll in the fetal position afraid let them go abound while you slap away any signs that may prove useful.
Remember, you’re a wreck, an accident. Forget the freak your just nature. Give up now. Your presence is as obsolete as your cell phone. What do you want? What do you need? You won’t find a way. Because when all hope is gone, that just means that so are your dreams. Crushed under life’s boot heel into a crunchy mess of once crystal clear dreams, the sparkles of your eye, and the beat of your heart. Now the devil is moving in and setting up shop, because a man with no dreams has such an easy soul to steal. He knows it too, in the black of his heart, that a man with no hope is no longer a man at all. Just a shell of man, ashamed that at one point in his life, he cared enough to try and dream, and be something that everyone told him he couldn’t be…And they were right.
