Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dreams Living Aloud

Imagination is the organ of meaning. I’ve chased dreams, emerged in uncertainty, and pushed towards the unknown. Often failing, but always rewarding to encompass a naked sense of passion for seemingly unattainable desires. Some live in regrets, I live through subtle passion. Rarely expressed in a manner deemed fervent, but the burning does not subside. Simple love, genuine hearts, faithful friends. Happiness despite hardship, love overwhelming hurt, and joy in the small glimpses of dreams living aloud.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. The quietest of hearts often beat the loudest, gently spreading their passion among chaos. Yours is genuine, friend, and quite recongnizable I might add.