Dilated

Wow, I never thought I’d finally do it. Dream’t about it, thought about it, talked about it, now doing it. Just her and I in the middle of my neighborhood Golf Course. It had to be a bit past 2 am. There Miles of space and just us.

The Sky Wore like a black dress, the stars white polka dots. They were everywhere, as if the universe decided to host a social that night. Who else would really?

With space comes silence. There’s comfortable silence and then there’s nails digging into your back silence, the silence that tugs at your heart with tiny strings. This was the former, the silence that shuts the world off, and you are simply… just alive.

Go Ahead Open It

We all have talents, skills that we work on and hone, gifts that the gods bestowed onto us. Billions of people a genuine unique essence for each one , a mixture of abilities that know no mirrors.

Everyone of us as unique and different as the dreams  of the seekers and as precious as the faith inside the believers.

Some we put our talents on display while others sit and let them waste away.

The system in which we live gives us excuses that make our very passions seem to become elusive.

Not an option, not feasible, because somewhere between our parents and our  teachers telling us its okay to become an astronaut and our bosses and our bills telling us..well.. probably not,  our dreams became conditioned,  molded by the hands of practicality and fueled by the mirage of a materialistic satisfactory.

Our talents and gifts pushed aside only to be played with when we have the time, life passions turned into the scribbles on a high schoolers notebook and  the rhymes between the countless lines that our fear took.

These dreams are not just cartoons  and words that we write, they breathe like a village sleeping peacefully under the moonlight and ours  waiting to awoken, waiting to be spoken spoken without fright.

But we’ve caged them up like an endangered species forcing our will to sign a societal treaty

NO! NO! NO! Our talents and passions architect these dreams and these dreams are what we could be

everyone here is so exceptional at something you can defy common sense, each and every person is the only person who knows how to do something in this room and everyone can make a flower bloom.

So write words with sand, move earth with your mere  hands, climb stars as if they were old monkey bars, dance between fireworks, communicate with he sounds of your heart, , make music so good it gets stuck in gods head, and try even harder for every drop of blood that you’ve bled.

You are all soldiers fighting for your right to express your passions.

Everyone of us can do something that alters time, making it flow as a continuum instead of a set of events ,  we all have a different sixth sense.

Whatever yours is… cherish it…. like a tiny present with a great big ribbon because thats what defines you as living.

And when people try to dismiss your dreams like there running through a pipe or undermine your talents like a rainy night, you remind them that they to have gift with a big red ribbon ..So go ahead and RIP it open!