Sharing Dreams

July 1, 2013

A wise man once said:

Say what you want to say.

So I tried speaking.

Public speaking.

I f-f-fainted on the s-spot.

Needless to say,

I tried singing

And lalala shattered glass.

I thought about those without voices

And considered myself lucky.

I settled for the written

While pursuing the art

Of calligraphy, because

Everyone has the wings

To discover the beauty

Of reading in between the lines,

Whether it be a page

Of lines and curves or even

Dots.

Writing is like Inception; it

Is living in a dream

Shared with other people.

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