I dream in portraits both black and white and in color. I dream of love and the complicated situations it places us in. In the beginning love can be an intoxicating fragrance that won’t let you go. Then there are moments when love becomes a prison, binding you to a life of servitude and unhappiness. I’ve lived both sides of this coin. It has filled my passions and it fuels my pain.
So while I sit here enjoying the slightest of breezes, with the fragrance of the fresh wash passing by. I dream of moments of ecstasy, while living in moments of pain. For creativity is sparked by both of those emotions. As you move about your daily routines, never forget to believe. For life is fueled by the dreams of contentment and misery. So don’t cry for the moments you missed, instead know I am right here keeping you within me.