To Dream
The room is dark
No sound
No substance
Nothingness escalates
But wait
A small dash of light
A sliver of color
Life is born
Feelings
Hopes
Dreams
A being is established
An idea is formed
Molded
Coerced
Beating like a small heart
Expanding exponentially
Growing
Living
This is why I write
To create
To fill
TO DREAM
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