A collection of my dreams. Contents may shift during shipment.

Butterflies

Walking up the never ending steps, I wonder what I will see the top.

The steps continue to present themselves before me, foot lifting and falling higher and higher up.

The steps contract, the cement closing in on my feet, then they expand, widening, widening further still.

Spreading until all of this place is nothing but gray steps.

I keep walking, up and up and up.

What will I see at the top?

Will I ever reach the top?

Is there a top?

A whisper of sound behind me.

I don't look behind me, I just keep going up an up and up.

The whisper transforms into a great roar.

Butterflies, wings whipping through the air.

They flutter around me, lining the pathway upwards.

Their golden Monarch wings almost blinding as they accumulate, bigger, greater, brighter.

The wings touch my face as the fly by.

They feel like a flicker of dry lips against my cheeks.

The wings shimmer and shine.

There is no top to this stairway.

This is my destination.

A golden dream with golden butterflies.

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Dreams are extremely difficult to put into words. Pretty words anyway.

When I add more dreams to this later on, don't be surprised if they're just as loosely described as this.

LOVE