Dreams

I wish that I could text her, tell her how I feel.  But that would be different, and people don't like different.  I wish that I could tell her how often I get on her Instagram, how often she's on my mind, how I dream about a future with her.  I wish that I could send that second text in a row, and not have to come up with an excuse. But I can't speak about what I really do, because what I really do is dream.  I live in a world where the dreamers are crucified by common sense, and crippled by rationalization. Under the guise of friendship a friend or a teacher will say, "Let's make this realistic," or "Now back to the real world."  And they "help" us, dreamers, to come down to the "real world." For they do not realize that it takes courage to dream big.  It takes courage to tell your friend that a girl you met 7 months ago makes you feel like you can fly.  It takes courage to send that text that says "You are special, and I knew it from the moment I met you."

Dreamers, to the few of us left, you are not alone.  I too have been laughed at because of my dreams.  I too have been called weird, and given funny looks.  And sometimes, I follow my passions because I am too scared to follow my dreams.  But it is us, dreamers, that make life interesting.  Because rationalization and common sense are boring, and It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.  And I hope that you wish, like me, that we can dream as big as we want.