My favourite dreams
My favourite dreams are the ones I'm yet to write. The ones I'll tremble with nerves and anticipation to realise. The ones that keep me awake at night, not the ones I have when I am sleeping.
My favourite dreams are born of daring, of dizzying aspiration, of hope. They fuel me when all else is flat and tired. They push me when I think I'll break.
My favourite dreams draw from me tears, love, fear, brash but thoughtful passion. They paint a silent smile on my face in the darkness. They fill me with the joy of what can be.
My favourite dreams are a sacred heart beating away inside, waiting to be opened.