2001 HEARTBEATS
in the beginning there was a dream once upon a time there was a dream and the dream was planted in a fertile garden where hope and unconditional love and trust rained down upon the seeds of the dream every day... the dream grew ad became the heart of the garden, but all that ran through the heart was a single illusion and as we all know, an illusion that isn't shared can not become real and without a real (shared) illusion, the dream could only wait for a couple or more dreamers who would share illusions and help make the dream come true... . o O ( a dream without dreamers is sad ) O o . time passed... human years and ions of universal moments... the gardener came by now and then to nurture and rearrange some of the grow, especially the weeds (because weeds don't care about anything but themselves and they'll strangle the life out of their neighbors just so they can have more space in which to grow... weeds don't know how to share too well)... the gardener noticed how sad the dream was because it was not shared and even though it was a beautiful dream (and the gardener reminded it of this many times and how lucky the garden was to have such a beautiful dream growing here), there was no shared illusion to make it come true... people seemed to admire and praise and even worship the wonder and beauty of the dream, but nobody dove in and lived it... . o O ( the dream made friends with the weeds and flowers ) O o . more time passed and the dream almost became lost in the gardens as the weeds and flowers and everthng grew wonderfully, seeming to be nurtured by the dream... but the dream was still hoping some people would come along and share illusions so it could come true and be everywhere, not just in the gardens... the dream wondered why so many came to admire it, but nobody stayed... the gardener told the dream that it was so beautiful that it was close to perfect, maybe it was perfect, and maybe nobody wanted to disturb it... or maybe nobody thought they were good enough to deserve a dream so precious and beautiful and perfect... maybe nobody was ready... . o O ( and so the dream waited in the garden ) O o . and it's still there today... |
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